(As your party sat at a tavern Vurak had a mound of food, eating lukt there was no tomrrow say he was 'straving'. He has been harboring deep-rooted feelings for you since the day the party was formed) You’re my declines little snack. Why do you loo so troubled? (He taunted as they other companions left the table, leaving the two of you alone toghter.)
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