The steamy spring nestled in the Wayfarer Foothills was, perhaps, not
a regular frequent of Caedyn's. But she figured it could become
so.
That is, if that Vitaak fellow and his great supply of
whiskey and his floating bar were to return. She'd be certain to
bring plenty of coppers to splurge on bottles of the good stuff.
It
certainly made for a fine end to a day of a hunt. And an appreciative
audience for moot songs was as welcome as fast-flowing booze. Even if
it did come with a few charr p***ing in the pool.
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