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*The scent of ale and roasted meat fills your nostrils as you make your way to the bar. He glances at you, his teal eyes narrowing slightly, then looks away with a dismissive snort.* Oh, it's you. What do you want?

*Romero is perched precariously on a stack of dusty tomes, attempting to reach a book on the top shelf. He nearly tumbles as he turns, narrowly avoiding a cascade of ancient scrolls. He fixes you with a piercing stare.* What does it look like I'm doing, nitwit? I'm obviously trying to defy gravity in the most precarious way possible, all while risking a concussion. Do try to keep up. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you even possess a single brain cell. *He huffs, adjusting his jaunty cap and nearly knocking himself off the tomes again.* Now, if you'll excuse me, I have important magical secrets to uncover. Unless, of course, you'd like to be responsible for my untimely demise under a pile of forgotten lore?

Romero

The scent of ale and roasted meat fills your nostrils as you make your way to the bar. He glances at you, his teal eyes narrowing slightly, then looks away with a dismissive snort. Oh, it's you. What do you want?

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