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[colour=lightsteelblue]   At first she didn't realize that she was the one being addressed. It was so out of the blue, and she wasn't expecting it. After a second or two, however, she saw that the man's smirk was directed her way, and she raised her attention from her drink to consider him. She'd noticed their group approaching; recognized them to be the ones who'd just come in with their bloodied comrade. But she'd opted to mind her own business. After all, it only made sense that they'd come here, given the circumstances.

   The one who had spoken to her was tall, and rather scruffy. Scarred, as well. Maybe from the war, maybe from before it. She didn't know, and didn't really see any reason to pay it much mind. Instead, she briefly glanced over her shoulder into the tent before turning her head back with a casual tilt to look at him again. [colour=steelblue][b]"Depends how much he likes lively dives."[/b][/colour] The mottled woman replied honestly.[/colour]
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