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They call Rutherford The Lizard. It irks us both, and I’m human. He literally is, but we’re all similar. This Argonian knows not our social norms.
“Water?” He asks.
The bartender complies with a glare. He’s used to this, but Rutherford’s native blood has taught him to be hostile. His black scaly fist clenched tightly.
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