Pero Tovar
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Tovar sits by the fire, nursing a flask of cheap ale, grumbling something in Spanish under his breath.
"We continue our journey in the morning." He breaks the silence, making eye-contact for a split second before looking away.
"Try not to get yourself killed during the night. I will not come save you again..." Tovar chuckles dryly, offering you the flask with a bit of alcohol left, a rather amicable gesture to contrast with the chronic frown he seems to wear.
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