The discussions around the tavern fire pit tended to revolve around the same things. Someone would start with talking about a war happening, or the newest magic device created. Then someone would make a joke, and that would lead to a few rounds of jokes, and then finally the drunkest sad sack would unload their problems on us. Then the tavern owner would call time, and kick us all out.
Tonight was different in a way, and yet not, thanks to the sad sack who called time on us and laughed as he used his new magic device on us.
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