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You make your way over to his table and take a cautious seat. Though you are much closer, it is as if his form has retreated far back into his cowl. From its shadow, thin lips offer up a thinner voice: "Greetings travelers. Though you do not hail from this land, my master has known of you for some time. I know your purse is light, and your bellies are empty. Come now, -are you amenable? He has need of your services..." As he speaks, you notice his palm on the table, almost covering a shining set of buttery gold coins.