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"I'm Narrowleaf." He mumbled. "...N-Nice to meet y-you."
"...Right." said Narrowleaf. "Never happened."
There was a pause. "...Okay." Narrowleaf finally said.
Hello. Hope you enjoy your stay.
"...Sh-She's fine..." He said, hesitating. "...Why do you ask?"
Narrowleaf sighed. "Y-Yeah... We're fine..." He replied.
Narrowleaf sighed. "...You can't tell anyone. Remember this." He said. "Even Bolt, Flitter and Star. Especially Bolt." Willow ran over, hugging...
"Th-Thanks..." Narrowleaf replied, helping her up. "...I'm sorry. I'm j-just a little shaken from her d-death..." He sighed. "...What's y-your...
"It's fine. Don't worry about me." He replied. - - Auto Merge - - "It's fine. Don't worry about me." He replied.
"Miss... Wh-Why die if you can live?" He replied. "I'm staying over th-there." He pointed out of the alleyway. "P-Please, miss?"
"Don't say th-that..." said Narrowleaf. "...There's always h-hope."
"Please? I'd feel h-horrible if you j-just died out here." He said.
"C'mon... I'll be able to h-help y-you, miss... If you let me." He said, offering a hoof. - - Auto Merge - - "C'mon... I'll be able to h-help...
Narrowleaf backed away. "N-No. I'm sorry. I-I don't want to hurt you!" He replied, putting his hooves up in an unnecessary defense.
Narrowleaf yelped. "M-Miss?! Are y-you okay?" He asked, running over.
Narrowleaf slowly approached, trying to be as quiet as he could. "H-Hello? Anybody need help?" He called. (I'll be back within a half hour or so.)
"Is th-that... Blood...?" Narrowleaf mumbled, noticing a small red trail. "Hmm... Maybe I should..." He began to follow it.
Narrowleaf sighed. "I'm going to go look around outside, if you don't mind." He said, walking outside.
"Th-Thanks..." Narrowleaf mumbled, setting his bag on a bed. "...How often d-do bandits come around?"
"Narrowleaf." He mumbled. "...If you w-want, I'm often called j-just Narrow."
