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Opening the door to the tarven, the place got silent as everyone looked at the new visitor. Roth showed the nicest smile he could as his keen eyes took in the presence of everyone.

His attention was drawn to a young man seated at a corner table, his features unclear by the shadows. He watched as the man engaged in conversation with his companions, his voice low and confident as he calmly spoke.

Roth approached the table, his presence commanding attention as he addressed the group. "Good evening," he greeted them, his voice smooth.

The young man looked up, his eyes meeting Roth's with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "Can we help you?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of wariness.

Roth smiled, ignoring the young man as his gaze flickering over the group before settling on the young man. "May I join you?"