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Allias had found himself in a very dark and questionable side of the main village. Small alleyways and moldy walls, people walking around him with their faces hidden, no one was trying to meet his eyes. The King wore his hood just in case someone happened to recognize him and carefully scouted the area for any taverns. He had spotted a few, with bright light and people rushing in and out, some of them already drunk. He chose one facing the dead end of an alleyway, hearing the chattering of people outside it seemed like a pretty cozy place.