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[color=goldenrod]“Mhm.”[/color] 

While the blonde’s response was cheerful and polite, Mitra felt it a certain yet different way.

She had known the Red Mage once in her life and seeing him in the guild hall had caused a certain feeling rise up in her gut. It was one of the reasons she rushed to introduce herself as [i]Mitra[/i] and not her trueborn name. She didn’t like people knowing things she didn’t want them to know. There were other reasons that she chose to keep her responses to Blaike minimal and playfully antagonistic throughout the journey from the guild hall to the Ferris Woods. History. Feelings left unresolved. If she was somewhere private she might’ve screamed into the void, her frustration about the situation incomparable to anything else. 

But just as the Red Mage knew Mitra’s true name she also knew [i]his[/i] and it certainly wasn’t [i]Fremont.[/i] He had been born with a much more flowery and pretentious name. Full of titles and everything. She couldn’t believe he was standing there. He hadn’t explained anything. He was too busy grandstanding like he did when they were kids to care.

It was whatever. What was the likelihood she’d have to pal around with him as the token Red Mage forever?

[color=goldenrod]“Just looking for miniboros, like I said.”[/color] 

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