Every man or woman in the bar was a member of the Thieves Guild. Luna, age seventeen winters, sat on a barrel with her legs crossed as she watched the fight in front of her. Loud cheers echoed off of the cold sewer stone walls, along with the sound of punches and grunts. The Ragged Flagon was filled with the smell of ale, sweat and sewer water all mixed in one.
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