Alyssa looked curiously at the knight. She had waved away the barkeeper when he tried to offer her a half pint of beer, and was sipping another glass of wine.
Where had he said he was from? Somewhere far away, by the look of him. One did not meet many like him in this land, in the shadow of the Bartok Mountains.
Although, she thought, with a wry smile, taking another sip, she suspected that one did not meet many much like him in his homeland either.
"Sir... Warouche did you say? I'm sorry I'm not very good with names..." Alyssa said, "ah, you say you've travelled far. Have you by any chance been to the city of Villefort?"
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