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The latest inn was very well done. It wasn't a haven for expensive rich
mage poofters but it was a place Fred would feel comfortable living in.
The stones were polished, the windows clear and the most wonderful smells
were coming out of the kitchen. The only thing marring the pleasentness of the place was the two redheads punching the bejeebers out of each other in the lobby. One was wearing a billowing silk blue dress. The other was dressed for more harder work, with dark black leathers and light purple blouse and breeches. An ugly scar, just recently healed, went horizontally across her entire forehead, just a fingernail's width above her eyebrows. The front desk employee, a teen with raging acne, crouched behind a potted plant and sent up prayers to Offler, the Crocodile God. Unlike much popuplar fiction, the two women said nothing as they landed blow after blow.
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