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[center]Inside the Tavern[/center]

Vivi can't help but smile warmly; the odd gentleman had a very delicate touch for someone looking so hardened by life. Perhaps she'd misjudged the man.

She grabs a loose bottle cap off the bartop, and places it on its side, spinning it with her fingers then letting go as it remains spinning upright like a top, or a coin. She watches it with a great deal of pensiveness, until it slows to a stop and falls over with a clatter, eliciting a gentle sigh from the goo-girl.

"I know as much as I care to know, and a great deal I wish to forget." She mutters morosely, "But then, don't we all?" A wry chuckle escapes her as she withdraws her hand back to herself, kicking her feet gently in the air. "What about you? You've a face that tells a story all its own. I'd be interested in listening, so long as we are waiting for the same 'Sir D. Radshaw', and of course you're willing to tell."