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The dingy, dimly lit tavern stank of sweat and desperation, the motley crew of patrons drowning their sorrows in cheap, synthetic alcohol. Miron stood in the farthest corner, nursing his drink, as he watched the bizarre collection of beings around him. Out in the harsh cosmos, the usual rules of species and protocol didn't seem to apply. Grudges and prejudices simply got absorbed by the ceaseless dark.