[ welcome to the the performers' guild, tieria! the nearest person is one sword -- thankfully, sheathed -- hugging teenager who doesn't mind the sudden question.
she points in the direction she'd come from. ] This way, down the corridor. I'll show you.
[ without waiting for a reply, she's turned and leading the way. ]
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she points in the direction she'd come from. ] This way, down the corridor. I'll show you.
[ without waiting for a reply, she's turned and leading the way. ]