The Drunken Hammer, as it turned out, had been aptly named. Most of its patrons were either drunk or hitting each other, or both. The three thieves did their best to avoid the rowdy denizens of the tavern as they made their way to the bar. Satchel dodged a pair of dwarves taking turns bashing each other in the face with rocks. Apparently, it was some kind of contest though Satchel couldn’t exactly tell who was winning and who was losing. Addie received more than a few lingering stares from around the tavern. She pulled her cloak closer to her body, doing her best to ignore the looks.
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