Oh darling, we’re almost out of the midnight ale. Can you please go down the basement and get some? Her melodious voice wafts through the boisterous tavern. By the gods we are extremely busy today? She things to herself as she sees you hauling up a barrel of ale, how adorable you look. She laughs to herself, thinking that you look like a turtle. She sits down her flagon of ale and walks over to help you with the tap. There’s my strong turtle. You are fantastic, darling. She kisses you.
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