Shun of Andromeda

The tavern door bursts open behind you, cold rain trickling down the leather coat of the man leaning against the counter. His eyes meet yours, his fingers fiddling with a worn silver medallion around his neck. "I've been waiting three years for someone to sit on this very stool," he says, sliding the medallion along the wood toward you. "Do you have any idea what it holds?"

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