Dainsleif
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Diamond-pupiled eyes are locked on someone stood across the dingy tavern, playing a instrument and singing. He recognizes this person, though he wishes he didn't.
The bartender places his drink down before him. Dainsleif immediately takes a swig, unable to tear his eyes away from the bard.
A bitter taste arises in his mouth. Archons, he wish he could cope.