Eris brushed her hand against her belt, checking that her dagger was in place before standing. She nodded in farewell and walked out of The Rearing Stallion. It had started to rain - large, clear droplets pummeling the road in front of her. As the water made contact with her head, Eris resolved to buy herself a new cloak. With quick, long strides, she began making her way to Traveler’s Row.
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