A Draghkar by the name of Draknghar flew in through the side window, landing in front of the innkeeper. "I shall desire a vial of souls," it pronounced (since it was the only drink without holes in it due to certain someone! *ahem*). He then sat down at the nearest bench, and sipped his vial of souls. He then took one glance at the calendar and register, and frowned.
"Have you people seriously been sitting here for months now?"
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