Jéànty’s InnTaurin had to see for himself. After maneuvers one night he left the palace grounds and headed for the well-lit inn on the outskirts of town. Sitting down at the bar, he motioned for the bargirl and ordered a tall drink, straight up. “Strongest thing you’ve got,” he said.
arla,” she said, wiping a glass out before setting it down in front of him. Pouring a frothy amber liquid from a dark bottle, she appraised him with a knowing eye.
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Taurin asked. There was no stage that he could see, and no half-elf, either.
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Taurin felt a hot gaze on his back. Turning, he saw a slim man had seated himself on a stool in the corner of the inn, dark eyes staring from a pale face. felt heat race across his groin at the intensity of the gaze and he couldnTaurin could
