Chapter 9

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True to his word, in a quarter to an hour Joe walked through the doors of the Tavern. Zen, Cordelia and Tessa were seated towards the back of the little room. The tavern was a dimly lit place with the sun being its only source of light. The floor of the Tavern was covered with mud that customers brought on their shoes. Everyone was seated on a wooden chair that looked like it would buckle under a lot of pressure. There were little posters or the front page of a newspaper stuck on the some of the walls. On the other, there were shelves holding collections of old wine bottles, begging to be opened. One could argue that the place was a mess, because it was. The tables were arranged in no particular order and the table tops were didn't even have a smooth even surface. The only reason many c

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