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Frederick is leaning against the bar at the Crossing Star, idly watching the colorful bustle going on around him, while the barkeep fetches his drink. It's rather busy tonight, the sort of night when you could think you saw someone you recognized, then quickly lose track of them. Which has happened to Frederick more than once already, as his glance has been darting around—there are always too many faces in a place like this that are at least somewhat familiar to him.
He's here alone tonight. No one at Dawnbright seemed to want to come with him.
He's here alone tonight. No one at Dawnbright seemed to want to come with him.