The man's arm muscle flexed, but he nonetheless stepped away. Another man cleared his throat to stifle a laugh.
"I've warned you girl. You mess up and you're toast. I can't hold myself responsible if something should happen."
"Ah, but I will hold you responsible if something happens." Dauphin turned away from the portly figure in front of her and spoke to the bartender again. "I really need something to eat and drink. And water for my ride."
"Yes, ma'am." The bartender turned to his work. The burly man sat in the corner and glared at Dauphin. She watched as his face turned from dislike to loathing.
"Hello. I have heard you are a priestess of Varoon. I am of the neighboring county. I am Sir Eltoon of Drashmire." The tall sandy haired man extended his hand.
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