"Roy," she repeats. Doesn't ring any bells. "Huh."
She shrugs and turns again, walking off into the throng of market-goers.
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The next time she bumps into Roy, it's in Lowtown, and she literally bumps into him because she's busy looking down instead of watching where she's going. Her conditioned instinct is to immediately apologize, uttering a hasty "I'm so sorry" before she sees who it is she collided with and blinks in surprise. "You!"
Her shock is replaced by dread as she realizes that she's dropped the potion she was carrying. She stares down at the shattered pieces, the mixture seeping into the cracks between the cobblestones, and laughs.
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She shrugs and turns again, walking off into the throng of market-goers.
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The next time she bumps into Roy, it's in Lowtown, and she literally bumps into him because she's busy looking down instead of watching where she's going. Her conditioned instinct is to immediately apologize, uttering a hasty "I'm so sorry" before she sees who it is she collided with and blinks in surprise. "You!"
Her shock is replaced by dread as she realizes that she's dropped the potion she was carrying. She stares down at the shattered pieces, the mixture seeping into the cracks between the cobblestones, and laughs.
"I'm so fucked."