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“Strangers are rare around these parts. I’m not used to seeing people I don’t know.” Kinthos watched the stranger from across the bar, continually rubbing the same spot with a dish cloth. When asked if he’d like to play bartender by a group of armed, and mysterious, strangers, Kinthos had jumped at the idea. “What brings you to these parts? Did you come here to play in the woods?”
Kinthos stared as another patron beckoned to him but he remained put. “Oh. Drinks.” He locked eyes with the stranger. “You’ll order a drink now, right?”















