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"Hi, Luce. Ben said to come down for lunch. All he told me was that he wanted the usual.. I just want a sandwich."
"Restaurants, houses, inns.. That's a little vague, Miss Elf."
She nodded, heading for the door. "Okay. I'll be right back."
He didn't seem convinced, but shook his head. "Right. Whatever. There are plenty of shops around that sells hearthstones and other stuff like that.
She tilted her head curiously. "Sure. What do you want?"
"You look like a regular elf to me," he said with a frown. "Whaddya need a hearthstone for?"
She grinned, pulling away and looking up at him. "But I learned thanks to you."
"Stagbane," he said, setting down the glass with a small frown. "Leon Stagbane."
She quickly came over to him, wrapping her arms around him as she hugged him. "Thank you for teaching me, Ben."
Zerras pinched the bridge of his nose. The bartender returned, cleaning a glass. "Anything else I can help you with?"
She dropped her arms, a grin on her face. "Finally!"
He looked back at her. "What would you even ask?"
She focused intensely, trying to turn it again.
"Then you can't tell," he replied smoothly. "We have to find out why we're here."
She took a breath, moving to turn it once more.
He squinted, shaking his head and looking around. "I'm not Finneas."
She tried to adjust, her brows furrowing slightly.
"Really. There's no way to tell."
She nodded, adjusting to prepare a strike, and swiftly sending an attack his way.
"That's not how it works," he decided, taking a small sip.
