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What a kind female he thought offering me a drink... "Thank you...for the cider." Maximus said gratefully. She was definitely a friend rather than foe, Maximus had decided as he picked up his cider and eased it toward his mouth. He put it to his lips and felt the unmatchable taste run the length of his tongue, soak into his tastebuds, and then down his throat. The water from Osmic's waterskin was truly a blessing but didn't completely quench his thirst, as he did not want to drink such a large quantity from someone else's things.
Maximus finished his long sip just as the young woman began to talk. Oh, a witch she is looking for... he thought sadly. "I am sorry, but I do not know the information you seek, but I hope you will stay long enough to finish your cider. I'm Maximus...Maximus Forrealius, I'm not sure if you mentioned your name or not, but if so you will have to excuse me for I seem to have forgotten."
He had wanted to help her so much, though he did not quite know why. Is it that I am actracted...is that it? She is beautiful, yes, but you barely know her. A stranger, as of yet, that is all she is. He raged on with this inner conflict, embarrassed. He didn't understand why such crazy thoughts would come to mind. Maximus struggled with this for a long while, or so it seemed, but he knew in his heart that there was no denying it, he was attracted to her. The way she talked and looked and acted, it was as if he had known her his whole life, and yet she was a friend of but the last moment.
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