Ple-Sen
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- Look, isn't that the woman we ran into at the church yesterday?
- Where? Oh, over there? Yeah, it looks like her.
- Should we go over and say hello?
- Are you sure? Maybe we shouldn't bother her.
- Oh, come on. Look at her posture, her figure. You don't get that from just cross-stitching.
- Well... yeah, you're right. She moves like a warrior. Are you planning on recruiting her?
- Pfft, no. After our recent adventures, I'm wary of recruiting anyone off the street. But talking to her and finding out who she is, where she's from, what she can do... and then let the boss decide if we need her or not. But I said it yesterday, extra fighters never hurt, and they're never unnecessary.
- From that point of view, yes... But I don't know, she looks a bit pensive.
- That's exactly why we should cheer her up! 😤
- Beata, you b****... - Guyon lowered his voice so as not to offend those around him, but Beata heard him perfectly well.
- You're one to talk, - she retorted good-naturedly.
Putting on a radiant smile, the adventuress turned to the stranger in stunning stockings:
- Hello! Haven't we met before? Your face seems familiar to me!
Guyon sighed in the background.
Alaria pondered. Was it worth reminding her of where they had met? They might guess the reason for her recent visit. It could lead to problems if they are from the same sect that considers some of the laws by which the universe functions to be "unnatural." Although... they themselves criticized the "busybodies" not long ago. So, they don't seem to be.
- We might have met yesterday morning, - the girl finally answered the question, - Alaria Doran, nice to meet you.