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Isaura
Her eyes shine as Galadria's words sink in ~ "Thank you. Let us set off then, and you can be sure I will be a faithful companion for as long as you would like me around." ~ She slightly freezes as her right hand rediscovers the dagger in her pocket and she draws it out doubtfully ~ "I seem to have been rather... violent." ~ Shrugging the uneasiness away awkwardly ~ "Let's hope I don't have to wield this before I'm ready." ~ With an effort, she forces another wide smile and clambers onto Gold Top, eager to please her saviour.
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