Daethaur moved ten seats further down the bar. Sitting next to orcs hadn't helped him much. Apparently he'd gotten blamed when they were acting up, they wouldn't mess around again, with the power of the Administrator's Blade in the hands of the barkeep. And his order still hadn't been filled. Ol' Melkor wasn't very bright to create orcs, he thought.
A golden haired elf sat down at the bar. Daethaur sensed a great power hidden within this elf, and moved another four seats over.
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