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Perhaps, for some, the journey didn't go as planned, but not for Alessia: she traveled with the hope of resting from the unusually bustling Baldur, and, if possible, earning some money, rather than toiling for local nobles. Fortunately, Mirkoria was giving off the impression of a wonderful place, especially compared to the still semi-wild Serberia. This city even seemed to... want to live up to expectations? Perhaps. Alessia was adapting much better than she would admit. In the leisurely Baldur, she was a passive homebody; in Elheim, she indulged in gambling and even painted her nails "bandit" black, instead of a color more suitable for her overall appearance. And now, it wasn't so much the natural desire for any sensible woman to look decent, or a tendency to extravagance, but the desire to not only blend into the atmosphere of Mirkoria but also to stand out even against such a vibrant backdrop, that led Alessia to "Agape."
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers