His unwitting companion turned out to be a blond man wrapped in a worn brown cloak that settled over his broad shoulders, edging his way slowly around the corner of the hallway that contained the bathroom. A crowbar was held at his side, his hand tightening on it reflexively as he saw the readied bow, though he didn't raise it, instead ducking back behind the corner.
"Lower your weapon. I'm not here to fight anyone."
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"Lower your weapon. I'm not here to fight anyone."