Flint Ironwood, the inn.
Flint was at his third Flin when Rahvin came in. ,,He doesn't look too healthy." After a short moment spent on deciding his next course of action, he got up and walked over to Rahvin. ,,Hi, pal. Mind if I sit down?" He dropped into a chair without waiting for an answer and put his two remaining bottles of Flin on the table.
,,If I where you, I'd run away from this place screaming and never get close to those women again. But since you're not me, all I can tell you is to be carefull. Nothing's worse than an angry woman. Trust me, I know." He said, and smiled at the memories. ,,I wonder how she's doing? Maybe I should check up on her someday. If I get the chance with my father's assassins on every doorstep."
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Fabulous hairneedle attack! I'm gonna be bald before I hit twenty.
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