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"I shouldn't have come here with an upset stomach," thought Gion, "at least they have decent treatment..."
– Who's there?! – Beata barked. – Show yourself!
A couple steps away from the hole, holding it in front of them (in view, if the lighting allows). Gion puts his hand on the hilt of his curved sword. Beata reaches for her crossbow, first making sure it isn't loaded. "This is an attraction; if a bolt flies into someone's eye, I'll end up in jail again, and I don't need that. But how can I make it more realistic, huh?" She doesn't take it out yet, she's just ready to draw it.
– Well, your time is up. Are you going to extend it?
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Ah, I couldn't pull off the trope; I guess I need more charisma.
– Well, alright, then thank you for the food, – Fyr-Fyr carefully wipes his already clean-looking hands and washes them after eating, so that even a tiny speck doesn't get in his eye. – All the best to you and this establishment... I hope to visit again.