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The tavern door slams behind you, extinguishing your candle flame in a gust of icy mountain wind. A woman in a soiled oilcloth cloak leans against the bar, one hand holding the handle of a knife on her hip, her pale gray eyes fixed on you. “You’re the one asking about the missing spice merchant, aren’t you?” she smiles, tilting her head. “Do you want to get out of here alive? First tell me why you’re really looking for him.”