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OOC- points about confusedly. We were doing this, going here, then here, and this, then that, and... *sighs, then goes back to the tavern to sit at her usual corner*
IC- Skye sat down with her elven mead, Lyulfe hidden away in the shadows in order to not attract much attention. Her eyes wandered about dreamily, but her ears listened sharply to the muddle of conversation going on about her.
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