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From outside the bar can be heard what sounds like horses' hooves, which come to a stop. Muffled male voices speak briefly, and then the hooves gallop away again.

The door opens, and a young man with greenish-grey skin walks in - not greenish in the sense of being ill, it seems just to be his natural skin tone. He looks around curiously, eyeing the unconscious girl on the floor with some concern.