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All Ly'san'a could say when they approached the Inn was wow. She felt so out of place here, but she followed Lucian's cues, and held her shoulders back and her head high. She was ready to change out of her travel clothes and into her new black and red dress, the one she was sure to impress her hero. The elven woman glanced back at the dwarf to see what he was doing. Did he feel awkward here, too?
"I do not think I belong here," she whispered softly into Lucian's ear when she caught up to him. "Farm girls do not belong with the noble." She looked at her tattered clothes, and hoped they would get a room before the meal so that she may freshen up. She wanted to look like she belonged in a place this upper class. Maybe one day she would feel like she belonged here. For now, she could only try to look the part.
"Do you think I would be able to go to the room first to change out of the atrocious dress," she spoke up so that the clerk would hear her. She really did not think her dress was that horrible. It was one of her new ones, but brightenings of travel had taken its toll on both her and her clothing.
Her lips found themselves whispering into Lucian's ear once again. "I cannot wait for a hot bath and a soft bed. Can you?"
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