Aya laughs, a little sparkle in her giggling eyes. "What? You don't think you have already!"
She draws her finger to her lips, pursing them and looking thoughtful for a moment. Even with her voice light and playful, her accent seems to dance along the vowels, touching each with that little hint of mystique that is the Ishgardian national virtue, "Okay, Ser Castille," she says in faux seriousness, "maybe all of the free liquor was on me. You can return that favor sometime if you'd like!?" She winks and grins again.
"Besides," she adds, "you know you're always welcome here! You're a friend of the Quick Sand's, if we've ever had one. And someone I would like to call a friend, if I were so lucky!"
She draws her finger to her lips, pursing them and looking thoughtful for a moment. Even with her voice light and playful, her accent seems to dance along the vowels, touching each with that little hint of mystique that is the Ishgardian national virtue, "Okay, Ser Castille," she says in faux seriousness, "maybe all of the free liquor was on me. You can return that favor sometime if you'd like!?" She winks and grins again.
"Besides," she adds, "you know you're always welcome here! You're a friend of the Quick Sand's, if we've ever had one. And someone I would like to call a friend, if I were so lucky!"
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