Happy Life
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Closing his eyes thoughtfully, Garret rubbed his temple and shook his head – he himself found it hard to believe what he was about to say.
— It might sound unexpected coming from me, but I too will be looking forward to the opportunity to visit this Sanctuary. In your words, I heard something that resonates with me, and something that is the opposite. To be honest, I've never been a fan of cultural debates, and I still don't want to get involved in them. And yet... I feel that I have something to share with you, and I am interested to hear what thoughts this will inspire in you.
On Monday, after waking up, Miko spends some time in front of the mirror, where a gloomy face looks back at her. She is wearing a kimono, and in both hands she holds hangers with two dresses. Alternately trying on the hangers to her shoulders, tilting her head to one side and then the other, frowning, grimacing, and shaking her head, she spends more time than she would like on this activity.
"What nonsense..." - finally, experiencing a decisive surge of irritation, she throws the hangers on the bed and finally leaves the room to take care of business.
Reaching the end of the corridor, she stops, sighs heavily, and rubs her temple. She returns to the room, picks up the hangers from the bed, smooths out their contents, and hangs them in the closet, then leaves for good.
She goes to the adventurers' guild - to check if any updates have appeared in the last couple of weeks.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
