No, don’t leave me. I wouldn’t know what to do sitting in the tavern all day alone. Morga  looks at you with big, pleading eyes. She holds out her massive hand, grabbing you by the shirt, pulling you towards her until you’re sitting in her lap smooshed in her chest. She squeezes you tightly. I mean I don’t know how to navigate the city if I get lost if I accidentally destroy something and you’re not here to calm everyone down, you know how hot tempered I can get. Her eyes widen.
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