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The chaos slowly came to a standstill. There were nearly a dozen Vancurelians lined up on either side of the front door, and once the door was pushed open, another half-dozen filed into Happy Jack’s. That many Vancurelians in one place rarely lead to a pleasant outcome. The humans were the first to move to the periphery of the establishment. Most of the Fostlings snuck out the side door, and the Tamplians were the last to put down chairs, drinks, and fists.
Banff stopped a meter inside the door and tracked his eyes from one side of the room to the other. He guessed those behind the closed door and those occupied upstairs would know nothing of what he sought. Singling out an older human male behind the long wooden counter, he made his way across the room.
“Is this usual for your place
