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"Where am I?"
Richter burst out laughing at Rahiq's question, almost spewing soup across the table. As a result of struggling to keep the soup on the correct side of his mouth, he ended up gasping for air and gulping down ale in order to get rid of the burning in his throat. Once he had regained his composure and wiped the tears of mirth and burning pain from his eyes he looked back at Rahiq. She didn't look amused.

"You're serious?" Richter chortled as he tried to regain his composure, "How did you manage to unwittingly end up in a different country?" Richter almost wanted to make something ridiculous up as a joke, like that she was in the afterlife, but he doubted she'd buy it, "You're in Davonport in southern Gar. Or, if you want to be more specific, we're in a pub."

Richter dabbed his bread into the soup again a took another bite, hoping that Rahiq wouldn't be too disgruntled by the news. Perhaps she had meant to catch a ship to somewhere else? It seemed unlikely, but Richter couldn't think of a better explanation. Then again, Richter didn't think very hard.
"Well, since you've introduced yourself, I suppose I should do the same." Richter stated through half a mouthful of bread, "I'm Richter Thorne, a wandering bard. I'm just passing through the city, but you're lucky I'm doing it now, eh?" Richter took a moment to finish his mouthful before continuing, "Since you only just found out where you are, do you have any idea what you're going to do?"