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would have counted their blessings if they knew what was
happening in other parts of Ansalon.
Not that the Dragon Highlords were particularly interested
in this easternmost territory. The land was sparsely
populated: a few poor scattered communities of humans like
Port Balifor and Kendermore, homeland of the kender. A
flight of dragons could have leveled the countryside, but the
Dragon Highlords were concentrating their strength elsewhere.
And as long as ports such as Balifor remained open, the Highlords
had use for the region.
Though business had improved at the Pig and Whistle with the
arrival of the troops, the presence of the motley soldiers had
caused many of William's old customers to stay away. The
draconians and hobgoblins were well-paid, and strong drink was
one of their weaknesses. But William had opened the Pig and
Whistle to enjoy the companionship of his friends and neighbors.
He disliked the repulsive draconian soldiers who snarled and
fought like animals once the alcohol had dulled their tiny brains.
The hobgoblins were equally obnoxious customers. They were
self-centered and arrogant, trying to wheedle free drinks for
themselves and their cohorts.
So William had promptly raised the price of his drinks. The Pig
and Whistle was three times more expensive than any other inn in
Port Balifor. He also watered the ale. As a result, his bar was
mostly deserted except for his old friends and the odd traveler,
and, once again, William enjoyed being an innkeeper
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