Happy Life
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With a graceful tilt of his head, Genza flicks a stray lock of hair that had fallen over his eye back into place, then snaps his fingers.
"Oh, we're not the only ones drawn to the path of adventure," he says, flashing one of his signature smiles – friendly enough, yet brimming with confidence and a hint of enigmatic intrigue – and winks at her. "Perhaps from the south? We can travel together."
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
