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The patrons of the bar cheer and raise their glasses to you.

"They are worshippers of Solaron." Kanow explains. "None of them have seen a Solarian."

You give them a smile as the innkeeper bustles away to another table and begins shoeing patrons out the door.

Talandor opens the bundle and spreads it out on the tabletop. There is bread, cheese, three large poultry legs, and a bottle of wine. You grab one of the turkey legs and start eating. You barely manage to get a few bites when the front door bursts open.

A dozen of the black robed cultists come streaming through the door, armed with wicked curved swords. In their rear is a tall bald man wearing a robe embroidered with ancient arcane symbols. You don't need to remember what he is because you can feel the archaic magic he has managed to tap. It is death magic. You will need to deal with him quickly.

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