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Somehow, a waitress spies the flitting hand of Karz even though she is waiting several other tables at the same time. She carefully finds her way to the dracon's table through the crowd, carving and sliding her way through rude drunkards, gamblers, dark rogues and bandits, and the average citizen there for a quick drink. Among the hustle and bustle of the normal yet busy comings and goings of the Crown Inn and Tavern, she made her way to Karz's table. "Serale, good sir, may I get you anything?" The waitress is a beautiful blond human, Karz sees, as she pulls a strand of hair out of her face as she waits for the dracon to order.
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