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I'm Bob, well okay that is just what everyone calls me around here on account of the way my head bobs when I walk around. I like it though, it's like me; short and snappy.
I came to the village many moons ago, and they never let me forget I'm not one of them in the truest sense of the word. I was an adventurer. I sort my fortune and found it, after that there was little else to do so I bought the local inn. I'm liked well enough now! My old sword comes in handy for those folk that don't seem to get that the inn closes and they can get more ale in the morning if they need it, only the flat of the blade of course. I'm not paid enough to kill them.
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