 
All taverns enjoy quiet times, when the cold winds blow and the the fires give off their cheery glow, warming road weary travelers. Some doze quiety, wrapped in cloaks and others talk in hushed tones. Most of the kajira have gone to their dreams and on these nights occasionally One with news is present or a minstral to entertain. Songs are sung and stories told. Some are known, some not. . .
Here then is a little of what has been overheard
Tale: The Cornered Torvaldslander
Tale: The Legend of the Three Legged Dragon
Tale: Dragon and the Two Redheads
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