Jpzarde
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Tyner cracked a smile. Of course, he could simply tell the mage in front of him that this was his damn bar, and he would his drinks for free, but something held him back. Might as well give the lad a chance before trying to break his ego.
"Sounds lovely." Tyner took a seat at the bar. "Tell me, friend: What's your story? What other chapters have housed you?"
"The first chapter of the guild I came across was Ruddlemest, which I ran into while I was still a young man." Ral said, joining Tyner at the bar. "Before that, I grew up in Dunelock, a market town that rests in the east, closest to Ruddlemest." He brushed his hand across the air almost as to illustrate the sandy environment which Dunelock consisted of. He let his hand lie on the bar stand, he had many more details of his hometown locked inside of his brain, but one stuck out over the rest. "The people there are not too fond of mages." He said with disappointment in his tone.
"...Then again, who is?" Ral summed up his feelings about the matter with the look he offered to Tyner.
He let go of the expression and directed his voice to the bartender. "Just some ale?" He asked. "And whatever the Grandmaster wants, add it to my tab too." He stated.