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Creak!!!
The door of the tavern swung open calling Anthony's attention. A boy around his age suddenly walked in, he had thick brown hair, blue eyes and wore ragged cloths.
"Mum, I can't get Ron to stop crying, I don't know what to do," the boy crows his head scanning through the vicinity in search of his mother, after a while of narrowing down the imprint of the entire room in his he came to the conclusion of her being absent. "Oh I guess mum isn't here," he said with a glum tone turning back to the door to leave when...
"Wait you're Mark, Holga's first son right?" Anthony asked with a desperate tone.
Mark nods in reply unsure of why Anthony questioned hin, "Anthony have you seen my mum?"
