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Beralai
Guest
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Beralai glanced about the cafe as he stepped through the door. Taking note of the numerous holes in the wall with smearing of someone's blood, he stepped around the bar and helped himself to a glass of 1926 Macallan Whiskey. Closing his eyes he inhaled the scent and a slight groan of pleasure escaped his lips. He took the glass and the bottle and found himself a comfortable place to sit. Sipping on his drink he allowed his thoughts to wander over the last few days.