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[b][u]Cuttersbury: Streets[/b][/u]

The weirdo guy Jett had sped around before they left the guild. Amy didn't think it was possible for anyone to be feistier than Trixie, but then this guy showed up. He stopped to ask the cleric something before getting himself distracted with Syed seconds later. Amy rolled her eyes - "Thank the gods." - and kept to herself as they walked, until Aria approached her.

[i]"I think a fancy spa would have some nice bars, right? Looks like I'll get to buy you those drinks after all."[/i]

Drinks? Amy wasn't sure whether to smile or frown. It had been some time since they had any drinks, not since the party-gone-wrong at Aliquam. Oh, but the potential wine treatment called to her. The sparkling cherry sweetness of Los Paraisos' specialty brand - she had longed to get her hands on that bottle again. But she was sure that was the same wine that had... [i]ugh.[/i] Like Aria, she winced as well.

"That would be... lovely. Only if someone keeps an eye on our intake." She shook her head with a chuckle. "Seems Dyn wants to punish us whenever we get our hands on alcohol."

Once Quentin drew near, Amy simply shut her mouth again and kept her eyes on the road.

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Trixie trotted along the group, happily humming to herself. Her arms were hooked to the two boys for sometime, but she let them go once the conversations went flying. She was silent for sometime, surprisingly, until she remembered something and tugged on Marcus' sleeve. "Hey, you guys said 'varrens,' right? ...do you think they'll remember us? I'd remember us." She'd never seen varrens before their incident in Fenaru, so she was already convinced they were the same gang.