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We took our time with our meal and ordered two rounds of ale. The barkeep chatted with the people he served, but there was no one patron who seemed eager to befriend travelers.
“We should get some sleep.” I downed the rest of my ale, grateful the hint of honey in the brew made the flavor a little more bearable than the stuff in camp. “We can poke around in the morning.”
“I’m not ready to pack it in,” Finn said.
“Are you going to waltz up to the bar and ask if he has any interesting stories of death and magic?”
“Probably not the best idea,” Finn said, “but I won’t be able to sleep if we don’t do something.”
“I’ll go get you another ale then.”
“Do you really think you’ll be able to flirt answers out of the man who checks to see if his patrons are married?” Finn raised one ginger ey
