“ciri! you’re back! tis good to see you. come sit. i’ll have harold bring us something to drink.”
the barmaid smiles so bright at the swallow and goes immediately to grab to tankards of ale, one for ciri and the other for herself. the golden sturgeon was not packed just yet, so bea still had time to relax. if only for a bit.
“so! you look well. are you well? i hope you are.”
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