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Kallera · **10-27-2017, 08:02 AM**

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Etoile had some time yet before traveling to Gridania. Ever since her citizenship had been under investigation the duskwight adventurer began thinking about other places to live, in case Sir Talian's efforts truly turned south and she had to leave forever.

And even if Etoile did stay, the sword on her back was ever a responsibility.

For the first time Limsa truly seemed like such a place she could move to. The sea breeze felt like a calling to the ocean, and she knew plenty of friends who stayed at the Mist. Etoile stopped by the stalls to browse the shops, which has changed considerably since her last visit. Including one that stuck out, looking like a child's stall. I didn't know they had these! Oh that's adorable! she thought.

Walking up to the bench, she had a closer look at the baubles that were at Marisa's stall. Nearby was a man with a military bearing, and a clear lack of sleep. She browsed silently. Keeping an ear to the man beside her.

~Marisa opens a street stall~ [open rp]

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