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Grateful the sensation of being watched disappeared, Rhys entered the tavern. Using his gift of exceptional sensory input, he heard and saw and smelled every person in the room, the two who worked on the kitchen, the napping cat stretched out along the top of a wine barrel behind the service counter, the tumble of dice, the flip of a card, the stench of an unwashed body, which nearly overpowered the one who stank of fear, cold sweat soaking the tunic as the man realized how much he had overextended himself in an attempt to win back his coin. Rhys kept his face free from all the knowledge his gift brought him. He wouldn’t play with the one who, either due to an addiction or inexperience, owed the others at the table. Winners often reacted poorly to not receiving what is due them, and Rh
