*After taking a moment to pry my eyes from the spectacle of the bustling city, I turn to face the man, a bit confused by his politeness, but not put-off*. “Well all three I suppose,” I say, chuckling,” I hope to grow my business, but I also could stand being cooped up forever, so I hope to explore this new land, stretch the sword-arm and hope to make a name for myself. But before that, I need a drink and a rest, if you’d be so kind as to point me to the nearest tavern sir? Hate to run off and all but weeks at sea will do that to a man. *I wait to be directed before thanking the man for his kindness* I start off for the tavern before stopping, as if from hitting a wall. I double back and walk briskly towards the man, shaking my head and saying “Oh bother, where are my manners? I’m very sorry for just walking off without even asking your name. Allow me to start over, *ahem*, ‘Hello sir! My name is Soren, Soren Lovell, what’s your name?’
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