Metel sighed in relief after hearing Aimee's statement. She'd thought things would have to become violent, and she would have to use her precious sleep potions to calm her down. Like she'd said, those weren't easy to make, and she'd hate to waste it on petty things such as a fight over who's getting to lead a bunch of adventurers waiting in line for a quest.

"Metel Illuvahyn, a potion-maker by trade. Pleasure to meet you." She lifted the hem of her skirt a little, curtsying to the inquisitor. She didn't like the sound of her occupation. Combined with her volatile temper, she could imagine her being someone who will think the criminal is guilty before proven innocent.
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