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Jacob took a tentative first sip of the ale set on the bar for him, casting his glance around the room. Despite his initial enthusiastic entry into this...place...he was quiet tonight, an automatic reverent silence for the stories he was preparing to hear.
He opened his notebook, flipping through the pages of notes he'd taken over the last few days. Gods, devils, guardians, and everything in between. And then this Snake fellow, saying he had stories that would surprise him. Jake was eager to hear them.Mood:  anxious |
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