A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
Theren tilts his head for a moment before writing down on a sheet of paper. "What is wrong with my ears?"
*Hi Baalzeboop*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Good morning!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Good afternoon from the UK! Want to rp at YonStore?*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Always!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Kesha, Yes im that type of weirdo)
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
*Jimmy Eat World*
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren tilts his head for a moment before writing down on a sheet of paper. "What is wrong with my ears?"
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