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Cahyan walked into the Lone Chocobo. The pub was fairly quiet since it was a weekday. No Iera, Don, or Alexi in sight. They must all be busy. Work at the Clinic had been slow today, so he'd gotten off early. After spending a little time on his sword work, he came here to grab a beer and some food.
It had been a while since Azeal had last come into the town. He had spent a few days out in the wilderness practicing some of his skills, so he could prepare himself for a contract. He walks into the Lone Chocobo his heels clacking on the wooden floor. Usually the place was more busy, but he supposed it was just because it wasn't quite late in the day yet. He only saw the bartender, the bar wench, a few people at the tables, and another sitting at the bar wearing a long white coat. He walked heavily over the bar, clacking along the floor as he went. He grabbed on of the bar stools and sits down, resting his arms