Madam Moonfrey's Exotic Supplies

The gray-haired woman welcomed Ezra inside a run-down tavern with squeaky wooden floorboards and damp, dilapidated walls covered in cobwebs.

One look was enough for anyone to tell that the place had seen better days. But the people sitting on those old wooden chairs and chattering away their cares did not seem to mind their sordid surroundings.

A plump barmaid with a bountiful bosom was shuffling plates across the tables and scooping up empty flasks reeking of cheap liquor.

As Ezra stepped into the light, the people around him started talking in hushed whispers. Some looked at him suspiciously while others regarded him with utter disinterest and continued munching on their unsalted peanuts and soggy pretzels.

The gray-haired woman guided Ezra to the bar counter and walked in through a flimsy wooden gate to stand opposite to him.

“I take it you are new in town, boy. So…where are you from? And what brings you to these parts?” she asked, regarding Ezra with curiosity.

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