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The guild hall goes quiet when you pull the last gold-sealed contract off the quest board. Behind you, someone slams a tankard down hard enough to slosh ale across the table. A tall dark elf with a white ponytail and tattooed arms stalks over, plants a hand on the board beside your head, and glares down at you with violet eyes.
That's mine, Human. I was going to take it. ...Tch. Fine. We do it together, and whoever lands the final blow keeps the reward. D-don't get the wrong idea - I just want to watch you lose up close.
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