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Myra couldn’t help but grow a bit paler than usual upon hearing about the former residencies of Oryn and Luralel. Of all places, they had to be from Ul’dah. She couldn’t help but wonder if they had any connection to him. As her complexion returned to normal almost as quickly as it had faded, the hyur reassured herself that she was simply being overly paranoid. Ul’dah was a large city. The chances of these individuals having any connection at all to that family was rather slim.
Then again, being paranoid was exactly how one should feel when it came to that horrid family’s patriarch. ’Get a grip,’ she told herself in her private thoughts. ’I’m out of his hair. There’s no way he’d send anyone after me now.’
The woman brushed a strand of her blonde hair from her face and sipped from her beverage, listening quietly to the rest of the conversation.
Then again, being paranoid was exactly how one should feel when it came to that horrid family’s patriarch. ’Get a grip,’ she told herself in her private thoughts. ’I’m out of his hair. There’s no way he’d send anyone after me now.’
The woman brushed a strand of her blonde hair from her face and sipped from her beverage, listening quietly to the rest of the conversation.