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Sorsha
Struggling to cope with the mound of food placed before her, she nibbles on it slowly, not particularly eager to start on her journey ahead. Occasionally looking up, she seems the customers come and go, not more than seven in the room at the same time...
Winthorp is just too kind, watching over me like this. ~ The minutes pass and she makes some progress ~ I wonder where I should head for... this is one impossible mission I've been assigned... why would Justin want me to do this? ~ A furrow forms on her brows momentarily ~ It's just not like him to push me like this... I'm sure there must be some reason behind this...
She snaps back to attention as she hears two male voices floating above her. Staring upwards, she sees Winthorp talking to him. He, who resembled the love of her life. He, who had stepped out of the tavern earlier on. Why is he back? Here he is, asking for me... does he care for me? ~ Despite the improbability of such an event, the thought curiously provides some comfort to her.
Hearing Winthorp announce her presence, however, her face turns slightly pale ~ Perhaps I am mistaken... perhaps he means harm... ~ Her body trembles a little ~ What could he want with me... ~ She bites her lips furiously, her fists clenched beneath the table.
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