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She nods. "Well I can help, I'm not a V-y-s-tchi." her voice and words are careful though the unfamilar name is a little rough on the ears. It's similar to the sound a snake would make.. "If you'd like you can travel with me and no one will think the either way of it. You can be.. umm..." she ponders. "What's believable? You're a Vyssitchi, you said they don't like you. But if you're with me... they have sort.... accept it... you could be... my..." she young woman seemed quiet and lost in thought. "What do you suggest Dim?"
Zaenaerys looks around. "And the Adiele's aid said I could borrow the city's donkey..." she adds. "So we have to look at that too it could make it a shorter travel time. I have nothing of my own..."
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