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โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐ฒ๐๐บ๐, ๐๐๐พ ๐ก๐บ๐๐ฝ.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐ก๐๐๐ฝ-๐ป๐
๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ฝ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐พ๐.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐ฑ๐บ๐๐๐พ๐ฝ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ ๐๐
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โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โโโโโโโโ๐ณ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ค๐ฃโโโโโโโโ
a soft chuckle came from her, leaning back a bit to sit on the bed.
" suppose that's true, i should sleep in one of these nights to test you. "
a distant look glazed over her eyes for a moment before shaking it off.
" what do we do today, leader? "
seems she found a new
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her soft eyes blinked a few times, like she was analyzing her.
" back at my home, no-one would sleep that long out of fear. "
that same innocent smile of hers never left, despite how offputting her words were.
" could've stolen your belongings and had your throat slit. "
ah, her first mission as a 'party'! it may just have been the two of them but it went as well as it could.
laying beside finley as she awoke, innocent smile across her face.
" good morning, redhead! you slept like a rock after that dungeon. . . "
[ @tanksbeliefs ]
being a fan of the small-time slums singer has it's perks.
intimately and passionately getting to know each fan. . .
at least, that's how it works in the READER's fantasies. perhaps one day they'll get lucky if they try and talk to her.
the bard is cleaning up after a small show of sorts. . .
she didn't expect anyone else to be in here though.
most people would ignore the performances in a run-down tavern.
she was quite a sight for sore eyes in the slums though, a shining light in the dark.
performing for a few pieces of gold a night wherever she can.
oh, wonder who that could be referring to?
she's been an eyecatcher for her whole life, don't mind her own eyes staring at that bright hair of hers.

















