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"I don't really know. It's hard to move on when I know I'm capable of bringing back the dead, but I can never restore life to someone. No matter how hard I try, she'll still just be an animated corpse, and I don't think that's what she wants. Maybe one day I'll find someone else. But for now I'll just stick with making friends."

'Smart. If ya do find the right person, you'll know it. But yeah, friends are easier, more chill. At first, I never thought I would get into a relationship. When I first met Ash, looking back on it, I told her I didn't know if she was pretty or not!' he blushes at his previous awkwardness

"Wow, you might be even more awkward than me! But I guess it doesn't matter, Ash loves you anyway. Maybe your awkwardness is part of what makes you endearing. And yeah, I guess I will know if I meet the right person, although it still feels like no one could ever be as right for me as Clem was."

'Yeah, I was awkward. Had never really had much experience with girls, ya know. At first, didn't even know whether I liked her in that way, we hung around together a bit, but I didn't know what to think. But then I realised. I found her literally awesome, caring, kind, and ya know, if even when someone's standing there dripping with rotting sewage, and ya still find them insanely cute, then maybe there's gotta be something there! And I'm sure someday you'll find someone, maybe not soon, but someday. Ya a likeable person'

"Oh, I'm sure I've had even less experience than you. And it was the same for me. For a while, I thought I just wanted to be Clem. She was the embodiment of everything kind and good in this world, and really darn adorable on top of that. Then I had that realisation too, that I liked her more than I'd liked anyone before, and that I wanted to be more than just her friend. I'd never really had a crush on anyone before her, so it's hard to even imagine being with anyone else."

'Less experience than me? How many girlfriends do ya expect a feral boy from the drains to pick up?' he jokes, not knowing what to say about Clem

"Must be more than one, surely. You're not that bad looking, for a dude," she jokes back. 

'Yeah, sure, I had twenty million girlfriends before I met Ash!' he jokes.

"That's why you had to stay down here in the sewers, otherwise you'd be completely overwhelmed by girls professing their undying love for you!"

'Exactly! And the scavenger thing was just a rumour, I was really a professional model working for the top high fashion companies!'

"For sure! I can't believe I didn't see through your ruse until just now."

'I know right! It must have been very convincing! And who are you, a famous movie star on the run from the paparazzi?'

*actually, the guy who I imagine Flint looking like has actually done modelling, so in theory, Flint could have been a model!*

"Even better, I'm a famous movie star who is also the runaway princess of a kingdom, currently wanted for 7 counts of arson."

*Oh yeah! Flint could definitely be a model, maybe for crocs. I feel like they'd come in handy in a sewer.*

'Of course ya are!'

*sorry, had to go with no warning*

*X-Men character huh?.... thats tough. I like Cable and Jubilee.*

A tall, slender half-elf slithers out of a drain outside the YonStore, humming a tune (Vance Joy - Riptide (Lyrics) - Bing video). He has lank, shoulder-length blond hair, very pale skin, and is covered in grime

A young human woman, about 30 or so, walks into the tavern. She is dressed in a breastplate, thick indigo clothing with a matching cloak that is woven with silver thread. She carries a book made of flesh stitched together with a glass eye set in the center. Her hair is long and light brown while her skin is slightly pale but fair. Her eyes are covered by a filmy white substance that indicates she is blind. 

She feels her way around the edge of a table and slowly sits down.

The half-elf remembers that he needs to be at work, and he is late. He rushes to the tavern, still dripping wet and dirty, bursts through the doors, and leaps over the bar.

'Sorry for the delay, how can I help you?'

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The half-elf remembers that he needs to be at work, and he is late. He rushes to the tavern, still dripping wet and dirty, bursts through the doors, and leaps over the bar.

'Sorry for the delay, how can I help you?'

 "Nothing right now sire." she said and bowed her head.

'Ya don't wanna drink? This is a tavern, after all. Ya new to this town?'