*Blodwulf pushes his way past the patrons as he opens the taverns door *

"Move" he hisses at them.

*Walking to the bar purposely, he sits down and orders his usual cold ale*

*Saying to himself*
"How could she leave the people of Seshtau to die when they're already dead to begin with? Stupid commoners"

"Where is everyone else at?" He asks noone, but looking around anxiously. Feeling the pommel of his sword brings him some comfort, but not enough to soothe the anxious feeling he has.

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