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Before the remark about "youth," Alaria assumed that Shara was more or less her peer, and the job was to tell a story to his little daughter. Apparently, the daughter was no longer that little. It should have been obvious that a parent who understood his child's interests wouldn't need such services. He probably wanted to please his child but didn't quite know how. So, there was no point in bothering the man with unnecessary questions about his hobbies. If he knew, he would have said so right away.
— Twenty-three, — the Tanar said, — so, I guess you're right. In that case, I don't think I have any more questions.
Sometimes, the swordswoman had a strange feeling that she was much older, almost a hundred, but there was no point in mentioning it. Most likely, it was just a consequence of a hard life.
A girl appears from the next room in the trading hall.
— This is Nanarita, my daughter. — Shara put his hands on Rita's shoulders. — Doesn't she look like her mother? She's all her mother.