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The woman was working as a personal guard to a Governor! No wonder she wasn't scared of him at that murky night. Gardolan was starting to fear she might actually be someone working for the law. Especially if she had any connections with the city guards. Gardolan hadn't commited any major crimes yet, so he could still be relaxed.
Gardolan smiled "Oh, don't get me wrong, I didn't say I missed the woman who drenched me. I missed that adorably quilty one." He knew he was almost taunting her, but tried not to show it. He didn't want to hurt her though, just to push her on the edge. After a while he leant forwards and continued with a playing voice "And besides, Alleria Prime hasn't been that spicy at all."
"Maybe it's just because I'm spending too much time at the workshop... You see, imagine a room full of old bearded men, all silently carving, measuring, shaping, rubbing their beards, sawing, cutting, sanding and joining pieces of wood - trying to get them work and look exactly right. After you've done it for several months, you kind of get used to it. That's the scary part." after a short pause he continued "Indeed, I guess I just missed the spirit of yours."
He was talking too much already, but it seemed that she was still listening. He was curious of what was happening outside the Prime - after all, he had no idea how to get out before he had a visa. "Tell me, how has it really been outside the Alleria Prime?", he asked.
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