Takua
Takua flagged down a passing servant and ordered an ale. She hoped the brew at this place was decent...
She noticed a woman just standing in a corner of the room, looking around. Her eyes lighted on Takua for a moment, moved off, then returned. Takua's mouth twisted into a half smile, and she raised her newly-delivered tankard in acknowledgement. Then she took a long drink.
The ale was good, anyway.
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