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“Kinda like a um tavern? Is that the right word?” she questioned. “Hun, yer in New York right now… Are you looking for uh Verona?” she asked. “If yer really that lost we can go back to my house and get a map or something. And no no no. I’m really of no status. If anything I’m a peasant?” she said, attempting to use the “right” terms that he would understand.
"Yes, that works." Samson nodded. "This does not look like the taverns I am used to however....New York? Yes, I'm looking for Verona. Why am I not there?" He asked, his confusion steadily growing. "You, my lady, a peasant? I think not. You look like anything but a peasant."














