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That suave, smooth-talker of a smuggler.
Turnout was a little low, he explained to a vacant ballroom.
We were expecting 1,000 guests.
I held out hope there was a black human planet out there, but I guess its just us.
Lots of lizardmen wearing vests.
Just four black people though.
At least the seafood buffet looks decent.
