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"What can I get for yeh?" a husky, female voice asked before Exodus had a chance to even get settled in his chair. He turned to see a barmaid standing, Two empty glasses clutched in one fist, one hand on her hip and the other two arms hung at her side.
"Water," Exodus forced himself to water. Save the ale for another time, he told himself, "Stew and some warm bread. For the three of us." He sighed as the waitress walked off with their order, pulling his money pouch from where it hung at his belt. Judging from the contents, this meal would be his last for a while.
He then returned his attention to his two companions, waiting for what would happen next.
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"By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired."~Franz Kafka
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