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[i][b]Addressing:[/b] [@Jeyma][/i][/center]

Sophia never expected that her day off would turn out the way it did: First, she was nearly knocked out by drunks that were hurtled at her, then there was the [i]incident [/i]with the stranger in the tavern. And if [i]that [/i]part of her day wasn't bad enough, she'd just made it so much worse for herself just by trying to be humane by saving the Fleshspinner's life: She'd exposed part of her godawful birthmark, she could have [i]died[/i] from the combination of her almost-reveal and defending the Fleshspinner from execution: Today just [i]really[/i] wasn't her day.

She didn't even know what she was going to [i]do[/i] with the fleshspinner now that she'd rescued him: What were you [i]meant[/i] to do with one? Release it into the wild? No, he'd probably end up in the exact same position again; Sophia doubted his chances of walking away from the Nephlim in one piece a [i]second [/i]time. "[i][color=F08080]Wait...[/color][/i]"

Sophia suddenly stopped in her tracks, jolting both herself and the fleshspinner to a mildly-unbalanced halt. The duo had, rather aimlessly, wandered into the Eastern Forest: It made sense that that was the way the Fleshspinner had come for in the first place, for the further East you walked, the forest started to thin as you approached the Dwarven City and Alithe's Wastelands where death reigned.

The young woman finally released the fleshspinner's hand as she turned to him, a puzzled look on her face. "[color=F08080]Why [i]were[/i] you in Wellborough anyway? Everyone knows that magic has no place [i]there.[/i][/color]"