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To the patrons, it was just a smudge of ink. To Silas, it was the mark of a new era.

The wind howled against the heavy oak doors of the Wandering Cask , but inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted hops and elderberry stew. Silas wiped a grime-stained rag across the scarred wooden counter, his eyes drifting to a small, flickering light on his ledger—the version mark . Travellers.Rest.v0.5.2.0f2.rar

"Another pint of the Honey-Oat, Silas!" bellowed a dwarf at the corner table. To the patrons, it was just a smudge of ink