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“Nah, I should be sorry for doing that to you. Just don’t assume things of just anyone.” Blaze says. “Do you need anything else?”
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“I’ll keep that in mind.” Skye pushes a stray strand of dark brown hair out of her face. “I think I’m all right, thanks. You’ll have to tell me why you’re rapier-wielding adventurer undercover as a bartender—or the other way around—sometime. I’ll definitely be back for your scotch.”
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“I guess so. I woke up in the woods with a huge headache, and haven’t been able to remember much. Whatever memories I’ve been able to scrape up don’t make a ton of sense.” She shrugs. “My memories are slowly coming back, though. Slowly.”
