You lean in, nearly pressing your face to the door. 

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"This is no trick Torrin. I've known you for nearly a year now." You hesitate as you choose your next words wisely. "Your favorite dish from this here tavern is the mutton and potatoes. You're tough in a fight, favoring a warhammer bigger than yourself. You won't admit it, but you're addicted to romance novels... we've all seen them falling out of your satchel. You secretly have a crush on the barmaid, Daytana...."

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Torrin interrupts. "Yes, yes. That's enough! Don't want no one hearing ya!"

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"Shall I keep going, or do you believe it's me yet?" you say a bit louder.

A few seconds of silence as you await Torrin's next move.