The half-giant ducked to enter the tavern, a quatling under his arm who he dropped once they were inside. As the quatling rushed towards the band in the corner, the half-giant approached the bar.
"Gallon of Spiced Mead please."
As I poured, I went to ask about the tiny person, but they anticipated me.
"His village was destroyed as we fought fireants, he was just a tiny baby, so I adopted him as a pet."
He took his mead and paid and headed for a table. Then the quatling climbed up onto the bar.
"Did my mount order for me?"
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