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Olias whistles softly to himself and turns to his companions. "I definitely need to come to this bar more often. I wonder..."

He goes back to Sarel. "Care to have a few drinks with us before the night is done? Perhaps someone else can cover your shift for awhile..."

She laughs and leans in. "I own this place, so I can do what I like!" She plops down a pair of foaming beers and sits next to Olias. She nudges his arm playfully. "So tell me a story!"

Sarel approaches those sitting at the bar. "Good evening to you all. Will you be setting out soon?" She pats Olias on the shoulder with a sly smirk. "Not just anyone would be confident enough to take on a dragon!"

Her smile widens. "Very impressive. Once you are ready to leave I'll have bags packed with fresh and dried rations for you. Enough for a week. Just let me know when you need it!"

She gives a wave, winking at Olias, then heads back behind the counter. On the way she steps over the prone body of the drunk man. "Looks like Gregor has been at the bottle again. Cora!" she calls to a woman behind the counter, "Call the guard." She bustles about the bar.