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"Hey there! Welcome to the Wayfarer's Respite. What'll it be for ye, friend?" The barkeep leaned over, looking pleasantly at the battleworn adventurers.

One of them, a woman, limped forward to meet the man at the bar, "Four rooms for the night. And a meal, please. We've had bit of a day."

The man smiled back, unphased. "Not a problem! Coming right up. It'll be 32 gold pieces for the lot o' ye. No rush. Washroom's in the back." He pointed down a hallway and held out four keys.

The woman nodded tiredly and took the keys.

"We'll bring ye some food in a few minutes. Any questions, just ask for Reginald."

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