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... quiet tension. A round wooden table in the corner hosted five players — four cloaked strangers with beads of sweat on their brows, and one grinning dwarf casually swirling a silver mug of spiced ale.
Balthor.
Noel leaned against a polished stone pillar near the entrance, arms crossed, watching the game unfold. The flicker of magical sigils danced in the air between the players, illuminating a floating set of runic cards. The game was the same as last time, magical poker.
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