After a delightful swap of tall tales, friendly banter, and the occassional joke, you stumble into the Mead Hall--a small, but comfortable tavern. The rich odors of spiced potatoes, fresh venison, and dwarven spirits awash your senses and you notice a well-worn battle-axe with its polished edge hung above the fireplace's mantle. Your host guides you to a reserved table and you are greeted by a motley crew of individuals.

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