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Let him say that he's holding her hair, but he's actually sighing at the sight and smell.

Nisho quietly groaned. Detaching herself from the guard, she washed herself and adjusted her dress.
- And now, let's hurry, we'll do as I said.

— You know, to hell with that nagging woman... She wouldn't let me do that. I want to be with you.

— You know, to hell with that nagging woman... She wouldn't let me do that. I want to be with you.

- You will be. Come away with me. Let's run away from here forever and never come back. Just you and me, together, no one else...

The guard kisses Nysha and leads her out of the guardhouse, after which they head towards the train station.

It used to be so simple...

The guard kisses Nysha and leads her out of the guard building, after which they head to the train station.

Revan, is this a success? Can I now write about their departure and Tsini's arrival?

Yeah, you can.

It was surprisingly simple...

Quiet, Officer! Nothing is ever simple! Especially in a medieval setting...

It was surprisingly simple...

Could I do it myself?

This setting isn't really close to being medieval...

It turns out that Lyde wasn't planning on resisting either. He'll go with us to the guard building, we'll see that Nisho has escaped, we'll let Lyde go, and that will be the end of it... Only, why were they so afraid to take an extra risk?

Yeah, you can.

Thanks.

Having reached the station, Nysho and the guard hurried to the first departing train. As they quickly walked towards the platform, Nysho bumped into a tall, gray-haired woman.
- Watch where you're going, old woman! - she snapped and ran on.
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After getting off the train, Tsiniya inhaled the not-so-fresh air of Reima and began to examine the station as she walked towards the exit, when she bumped into some girl who called her an old woman and ran on.
- Prostitute, - Tsiniya muttered through her teeth and shouted after her. - Repent, sinner!

Upon exiting the station, Tsiniya found an information board with the address of an organization called "Morpheus." Apparently, it was there that one could find those in need who were looking for help from good Samaritans. She headed there.

You don't seem to be very sharp.

And no one ever heard anything more about this old woman.

You don't look very fresh yourself.

This is a megacity. There's no fresh air here.