[i]Cobalt enters, wearing blue jeans and a flannel. He doesn’t have any armaments, though his satchel is still hanging on his side.[/i]
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*Adria looks at you and smiles. She is currently hugging Silas who seems much better compared to last time.*
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[i]Cobalt looks back, and nods politely.[/i]
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*Adria walks over to you, along with Silas.*
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“Evening. How’s business?”
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Silas: “Good.” | *Adria smiles.*
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“Yeah? Same here. What’d you want to talk about?”
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Silas: “Don’t really know.”
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“Yeah? Just came to chat? Well, take a chair, tables empty.”
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*Adria and Silas do so.*
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“So, what’ve you been doing?”
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Adria: “Silas has been cured of his depression, it took 5 hours in relative terms.”
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“Congratulations.”
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*Silas smiles and pulls out a plant.*
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“Nice plant. Where’d you get it?”
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Silas: “An old friend of mine.” | *The plant has five massive petals which are closed and a few vines covered in thorns can be seen on the sides of the pot.*
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“Neat. Why’s it funky?”
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Silas: “Aspect of Axolaire, it’s basically her child.”
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“Huh. Neat. Speaking of, where is she?”
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Silas: “Don’t really know, might as well go and search for her, you can come along if you wish.”
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“I’d love to, but I’ve got a town to look after. They recently made me Marshall.”
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Silas: “Ok.”
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[i]Shamrock-74 walks over to Cobalt with a glass of Guiness in hand.[/i] <“#^How’s it going there Cobalt?%*”>
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“Pretty good. I’ve been talking to a few people, and there’s been a ton of newcomers lately.”
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<“*#Feels like this place has nearly doubled in size in the past couple of months.%*”> [i]Shamrock-74 downs a glass of Guiness.[/i] <“*#Blaze’s buisness must be boomin’!€•”>
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“Heh. I’ve heard that before. How’s the drink?”