Chapter 3: Perspective

Sakura entered the tavern slowly, glancing around swiftly at the various occupants from the traveler's robes she had put on as a disguise. she didn't want to be recognized here.

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Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 28

As hard as he worked the fields by day, he would work othello's tavern by night. how he never let slip my condition to the drunken rabble in that dingy place is beyond me.

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Coruld: Chapter 1: The Trial

Sylar said then grumbled out into the tavern area to wake up the others for their share of the chores. shana will be the last down, and probably the sorest when sylar caught her alone.

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Gibbous Moon Waning

He stood up, and obediently followed francis out of the tavern and back toward lupus hall. (continued in "all that glitters")

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Eternal Blue 11: Divine Intervention

He could see a small crowd of people coming out of the tavern. as the crowd moved out onto the street it split into smaller groups and each group went their separate ways. several of them moved down the docks.

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Carnival of Traitors - Chapter II

"get back to your homes, peasants, the tavern is closed." "well, well," muttered osgar under his breath.

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The Daughter

The sort of tavern with bloodstains on the floor and tables no one bothered to clean out. the sort of tavern with iron bars between the patrons and the staff.

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Sieg and Marien - A Basitin Love Story - Part 10 - Rendezvous

Conrad descended into the musty basement of the tavern, careful not to allow his cloak to brush against the dirt walls of the passage.

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Clan War: War of Light. Chapter prolouge

On a tavern somewhere out in the galaxy. on a planet called alpha 34, there was a inn were everyone came to socialize and eat, but also for the tales from a man who comes every half year when there is full moon.

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The Siren's Call: Prologue

Turning on her heel she hurriedly stepped out the open door of the tavern. heaving a sigh of relief she stormed back to the docks in the direction her ship was docked. she cursed her luck under her breath the whole way.

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End Point

Myself - i prefer a tavern - with a glass of mead - and sing songs, bawdier the better. etiquette was never my strong point. the sun seeps through the window and is warm.. and the cries and shouts below lull me.

For Love Eternal

Each other, our hearts beat as one as we sat in the moonlight so blue so carry her slowly, lay her down gently strew petals of rose on her breast the symbol of love, the conqueror of hate as we lay her forever to rest we met in the tavern

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