You stroll up into the pub, and as soon as you step inside it begins a silent downpour of rain outside. You head to one of the corners of the room and take a seat facing the wall. You order a jug of meade and sit nursing it slowly, while you take in all the sounds and sights around you. After a few hours of sitting, you see a rather large person enter the tavern, and take a seat at the bar. You feel as if eyes are on you, and with furtive glances over your shoulder, you notice the large fellow with the Mace has moved to a table directly across from you. You can feel his piercing gaze sizing you up, and making judgments about you. Interestingly enough you do not see anyone else in the tavern has noticed him, but yourself.
Maybe its your imagination. Maybe you are just a little on edge because you feel you need to be. You could just be nervous, but why is he still staring?
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