*the stranger looks him over with a quick and sharp down-up nod of his head, then chuckles as he shrugs* not sure big man! I saw doors and walked inside. What kind of place is this? *he looks around the room, still keeping his squat in the high stool as his eyes take in the very obvious tavern setting. He turns to him again and asks* some kind of place for lots of people. *he thinks, then nods to himself* yes, lots lots. But nobody here. *he quickly and fully extends an arm to his right, dramatically pointing at the only other person* that one said they can’t come here. *he leans forward, pretending to whisper with the back of his hand blocking his face as his other jabs a thumb in her direction, whispering loudly to the barkeep* that one there, name is Penelope. The wind doesn’t like them and a frog I passed says they eat short men. You’re in danger lil guy. *he dramatically winks at the barkeep, a large grin staying plastered across his teeth the whole time*

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