chief-guide-andcenter have entered the Musain.
"Oh, my boys!" Musichetta said brightly, sliding out from behind the counter. "You have not come to see me in a long time," she pouted a bit, furrowing her brow. "I was starting to think you don't like me anymore," a little grin came across her face.
She eyed the three men critically. "You've not been eating enough. I'll make you something to eat."







