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The Legend of Mann.
Carn:
Carn digs out the appropriate amount, then begins to devour the dead cow flesh.
ShadedExalt:
"Gimme what Carn is having, please. Medium rare, aged if you have it."
George Mills:
George swallows a mouthful of the stew.
"Both my parents come from Anglea, but I was born in the territories owned by the Merchanrs, a small village near Kiro. What about you guys?"
The Mann:
The bartender offers a mouth watering and meticulously well plated Medium-Rare behemoth of an aged steak with a side order of a mountain of potatoes.
"You seem like a man who trades" "It is men like you who always increase the prices of food resources"
"10 Gold"
"The price is normally 30 Gold and 10 silvers but I like having traders in store"
Bard replied to George.
"I actually cannot remember where I am from, I have travelled my entire life, I have had my up moments, travelling to all the different factions of the lands and I have had my down moments against marauders, thieves and so on. I eventually ran out of fuel in my Pyra here in this town. Came to the pub for a drink and well, made myself at home on the piano over there."
Bard turned around to look at the old battered piano in the corner.
"Been here nearly 700 days."
George Mills:
"Haven't you considered hiring a shuttle? I've done shuttle work myself, doesn't pay well, but it's easy. There are always shuttles around.."
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