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“Off you go, halfling!” The stall keeper threw some water at him. “You’re damping my business!” He spat.

“I did nothing to you!” Ghwyr said. “I was just asking a—” He evaded another water attack target on him.

Ghwyr went away while grumbling at the stall keeper. He continued looking for the dwarf Paryghor. However, he was going nowhere with his efforts. No one was cooperating with him. They would either chase him off or told him they don’t the man and it was frustrating him.

The night was not getting any younger. The crowd thinned by a half since he arrived and most stalls were already closing, yet he still had no information on where to find the dwarf. He sat on one of the benches at the center of the square as he contemplated on what he needed to do next.

“Hey, kid… wuchudoin’ here?!” A drunk man stumbled towards him. “You hava coin?” He slurred.

“I am looking for someone.” Ghwyr stood up and tried walking away, but the man blocked him and pushed him down to his seat.

“W-where you…
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