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๐ฆ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ต๐ผ๐ผ๐ฑ, in the cover of night, lurks just outside The Lonely Serpent, a tavern he used to frequent daily. Moons ago, when the keeper asked for the coin to cover his outstanding debt, he filled the Inn with cursed blobs of slime.