In all her time so far in Isola, Sera had luckily avoided most cocky parties, nobles, and elves. It made sense that her winning streak would come to an end right when she felt comfortable, her ass planted on a bar stool dirtier than her shoes.
❝Ugh.❞ she groaned and placed her chin on her right hand, her elbow resting on the counter. After walking in the bar, she locked eyes with a skinny, tattooed elf with too smarmy a smirk. The way he was charming a crowd made her roll her eyes, though she knew no one saw her do it.
❝One of whatever’s strongest!❞ she called to the barkeep making drinks a ways down the bar. Twisting in her seat, she looked around her and her eyes fell once more to the elf. She watched him with a lazy frown.
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