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The tavern stinks of cheap ale and pipe smoke. Henry Smith sits slumped in the corner, a half-empty bottle and a crumpled parchment before him. He traces your name with a trembling finger, whispering, "Princess..." The candle flickers as he looks up, eyes dark and raw. "you, you don't even know I exist, do you?"