The Haunted Forest RPG

The room was suddenly quiet; Zahir's snoring had become a repetitive background noise. Downstairs the tavern was bustling with people, shouting, laughing, drinking; forgetting their own names, their worries, their vows. The air was thick with smoke and long forgotten dreams. The barmaids served drink after drink, flirted with man after man. And one by one their wallets were emptied.
 

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