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<Later, in a tavern. A lot of people, some seemingly "adventurers" are there. Shara sits in a corner and watches the crowd while drinking>
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Shara: <thinks> As much as I'd like to run out of the east gate right now, I need someone with me who knows those woods. There's tons of poisonous shit around there.
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Shara: <thinks> This is supposed to be the place where adventurers meet ... but who can I trust? There could already be the Black Fist sitting around here ... would anyone of them recognize me?
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Shara: <thinks> It's not like I'm their biggest problem ... but the Fist never forgets and never forgives ...
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Shara: <thinks> I need someone who's the least likely to deal with them. And that'd be ... a mage. URK.