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[color=goldenrod]“I’d rather, erm, focus on the task at hand than small talk. We’ve got a mission. I can't afford to fail this.”[/color] Mitra remarked, subtly digging at the girl's obvious need to not be here.

Despite focusing on her flank of the trail, eyeing the woods for any suspicious movement, Mitra had been listening. Her meandering about songs and libraries and privilege was annoying, though Mitra couldn’t find her too grating. Mitra had once been in a similar situation back in the empire; toiling through sewers for adventure instead of staying behind safe walls of the manor she had been raised in. Where they differed was their [i]current circumstances[/i], though, and Mitra was often short-sighted and judgmental even if it could be a little hypocritical at times.

She bit her lip as the thought passed her mind.



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