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"Seriously?" he muttered, looking around warily. The bar was Indeed full. Every person there looked suspicious one way or another; covered in...
She hesitated, taking his hand. Hers was warm and gentle. "I'm sorry."
He didn't say anything, pulling his hood lower with a small frown. "Okay.."
She seemed rather serious. "How did you end up in the human kingdom?"
"I guess.. We are looking for something relevant to my Hearthstone, then.." He frowned, looking around. "I just don't know where to start."
"Okay," she said slowly, "what's your story?"
He looked over at her, pulling up his own hood. "Keep your head down. Did you see anything specific in your vision?"
She squeezed his arm lightly, having settled there. "Can.. Can I ask about your history?"
They walked for an hour longer before the tall trees became lit by lanterns, and buildings were embedded into the trees. A large city came into...
She hesitated to ask, folding her legs. "Yeah?"
He looked ahead, walking again.
She frowned. "Why? Don't feel bad."
He frowned. "The conversation was over."
She looked up at him, resting her hand on his arm. "You okay?'
"Almost," he replied, "maybe another hour."
She shrugged. "I don't know.. I spent most of my time by myself. I guess I miss the mundane things, like making tea and embroidering. I feel bad...
"I'm okay," he reassured, stopping to look around. "I think we are almost there."
She came over and sat down beside him with a small sigh. "You always say that. I'm okay, Ben."
"But there's nothing to worry about," he said with a frown. "Seriously."
She looked back at him, rubbing her arm. "I suppose. This place reminds me of it."
