Zikriel
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A young bartender smiles warmly at you as you enter the homely pub.
“Ah,” he says, his voice dripping like honey, “it’s good to see you again. I was beginning to worry that I lost my favourite customer to another tavern!” He chuckles to himself, as if that were an impossibility. You recall that he calls everyone his favourite customer, but still….it felt nice to be appreciated.
“What would you like, my friend, the usual? Or perhaps something new?”