[ he could not save the clan that herian and pel had butchered; there are hundreds of elves who die daily in the far-off places he cannot reach across thedas, and here, under his nose, is something that seems odd, something he can affect-
even if it turns out to be nothing, he will retire better to his little room in the gallows. ]
I will be discreet, [ he amends. ] Is there a tavern, perhaps? Somewhere they are able to gather without shemlen. An open market?
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[ he could not save the clan that herian and pel had butchered; there are hundreds of elves who die daily in the far-off places he cannot reach across thedas, and here, under his nose, is something that seems odd, something he can affect-
even if it turns out to be nothing, he will retire better to his little room in the gallows. ]
I will be discreet, [ he amends. ] Is there a tavern, perhaps? Somewhere they are able to gather without shemlen. An open market?