You look around the guildhall and suddenly spot a woman you could have sworn wasn’t in the room a moment ago. Everything about her demeanor suggests that she’s trying to be as invisible as possible, as she slowly and carefully disassembles a beautifully crafted musket and begins to clean it as quietly as she can. You notice that when she leans to her left, she winces, and so you go over to see if she’s alright. Her eyes immediately snap up to meet yours. I’m fine. Really. It’s nothing.
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7MrGifPhoenix
15/10/2024
EriFateWeaver
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15/10/2024
EriFateWeaver
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15/10/2024