For a moment, November's worst fears became reality as she witnessed the clumsiness of Allereun. Incompetence where she was seeking competence. Yet, luckily, he seemed to just barely save himself. A fluke? Pure skill? Ultimately, the blonde could do nothing but hope for the later. After all, she had nobody else. Maybe he was a diamond in the rough that simply needed some more polishing. Polishing she was sure to provide.

Nonetheless, the girl followed him further inside, already starting to dry her hair with the towel provided. Maybe she could ask for a shower? Dinner? What he did was considered [i]truly horrible[/i] to a girl like her, wasn't it? How far could she push her luck? No. She had to concentrate on the matter at hand. Risking to make him think of her as a bother was out of the question.

[b]"Thank you."[/b] November replied as she also took the clothes. Regardless of their size, the cloak would be of great help. [b]"It's just November."[/b] She corrected him. Right, she never had a last name. Was it important? Would it weird him out? What would he think of her? [b]"A... A... A. . . ?"[/b] November half-stammered for a moment. Great. Now what? Surely he'd think of her as a weirdo now, unless— 

[b]"November A."[/b] Yes! She nailed it. [b]"Miss A. But you can call me November."[/b] She corrected herself before walking towards the backroom. [b]"I'm not here for your excellent wares."[/b] Right, this was it. [b]"But for you~"[/b] This time, she tried to smile. It looked a bit weird, like a smile from someone who had never smiled before. Not because they were permanently in a bad mood, but rather because they haven't been aware of [i]smiling.[/i] But didn't that make it even cuter?

With these words, however, the blonde left the Shopkeeper and his thoughts alone for quite some time.

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With baggy clothes hid underneath a cloak that could as well be a bed-sheet, November finally stepped out of the backroom. [b]"They'll need some time to dry."[/b] She initiated the conversation before jumping on top of the counter in one swift motion. The early bird guts the worm, or something!

Closing her eyes for a moment, she gathered confidence.[i]Alright. You got this. Just as you have trained. He'll fall for your charm![/i] And so on. [b]"Allereun Usheim..."[/b] She started, opening her eyes again. Her face was now filled with way more confidence and emotion than what he had witnessed so far. [b]"I'm here to give you a message, my message, and an invitation."[/b] Just like she had practised. [b]"This [i]paradise[/i] that surrounds you is a farce."[/b] She made an ominous spin... in rags! [b]"The peaceful life you have been living, a lie."[/b] Nobody liked lies! [b]"The Church is using you. Abusing you. Exploiting you. All of you. Slaves unaware of their own shackles."[/b] Jumping down from the counter, she landed in front of him.

[b]"No longer, I say, will we be chained to this false religion. So..."[/b] Locking his eyes with her own, the blonde girl offered her hand. [b]"So, Allereun Usheim, I ask of you: Will you take my hand, and join me in a Crusade against God?"[/b] Did she nail it!?