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              A short story set in paizo Golarion It wasn’t the best tavern in Westcrown  nor the worst, but it had one thing to recommend it, location. It was right down the street from the local guards, the Dottari, and consequently it was a safe place to drink, as long as you didn’t cause trouble. Similin was at his usual table in the corner eating lunch, hoping that the latest shipment of wine would meet with Lord Galax approval, and fearing what would happen if it didn’t. As he reached for his drink, a beautiful female aasimar slid smoothly into the seat opposite him, snatching up his drink, and downed it in on