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[i]Interacting with [@Bright_ops] and [@Cryptek12] and briefly with [@Aerandir][/i]
[h1]Lyra[/h1]
	[b]Lyra[/b] nodded at Bobby with appreciation as she took a sip from her drink. Though, she recoiled at its harshness and then nearly choked on it as she let out a faint laugh. Wiping at her eyes with the rag she was given, she let herself find joy in having such a problem.

	[i]My makeup is smudged. And I’m embarrassed by it. I haven’t been slaughtered like livestock and don’t have to worry about that happeneing. Well, maybe I do. But nothing like the people in Goldencrest. Nothing where--
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	She stopped herself and took a swig of the booze. Dabbing lavender on her wrists, she looked around and listened to the chatter in the inn. There was no point in worrying about herself or others. Lyra was doing as much as she could and even if she knew she was going to die tomorrow, she couldn’t think of anything she would do differently. Though, some conversation would be nice before her imaginary imminent death.

	And so she quickly added to the nearest conversation, which just happened to be Draco’s and Sheffield’s.

	“I don’t think chimeras have anything to do with the attack on Goldencrest. --If that’s what you are talking about.-- But, it was too... Intelligent. The attack. Everything burned and with the priest hung up like.. How.. he was. It seems whoever did this is more mocking than anything else. Demons, maybe. Like how --”

	She blinked for a moment before gesturing to Bartolomeo. Lyra didn’t know anyone’s name here and they didn’t know hers either. It was a sad fact and one she has never been too comfortable with.

	“-- he mentioned. Witches maybe? But, a part of me even thinks it might be people. Just regular ones with some kind of vengeance up their sleeves. Though that thought makes me sick to my stomach.”  

	While she babbled slightly, Lyra tried to keep her words concise. Most Hunter’s she had met were angry, hardened people. In fact, in the short time that she had spent hunting, she hadn’t met a single soul that she had genuinely grown fond of. Sometimes, she had worried that this was her own doing. That she wasn’t capable of such love. These thoughts had kept her busy, causing her to scurry around from place to place so she didn’t have to find out. 

	But she was lonely now. And if she died tomorrow, there would be nobody for her. [/center]