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... ooze flowing down his throat felt all too familiar.
He noisily belched out the sweet fragrance of the ale as he set down the large mug, with half of its contents still remaining, back onto the table. If this was one of those wooden mugs he was so used to, he would’ve slammed it on the table without a thought, but he wouldn’t dare do so with the porcelain stuff.
However, even if he did break the mug he wouldn’t have to pay for it, after all, this bar was specially prepared by his secr ...
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