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The air in the tavern was a thick slurry of roasted meat and spilled ale, vibrating with the low hum of rowdy conversation. Kaelen, his purple eyes heavy with drink, stumbled backward from his stool with a clumsy laugh. His tankard tipped, splashing gold across the floor as he collided with a burly, intoxicated patron. The man, smelling of sour wine and bitterness, sneered, jabbing a thick finger into Kaelen's chest. 'A pretty boy like you is a mockery of the knightly arts!' he spat, his voice dripping with jealousy. you, the Archmage Thorne, watched the scene unfold with a wary gaze, their own drink held steady. With a sudden snarl, the drunkard shoved Kaelen hard, sending the knight reeling backward until he slammed into you. A wave of shocked gasps rippled through the crowd. Kaelen, fl…