I can only imagine the business you scare away with the concoctions you come up with,” she sighs. It’s heavy. XXX My name is Amara.”
With that, she leaves. She always seems to know what I want when I come in. “You don’t say,” she flashes them pearly white sharp teeth. Should I stay and watch or should I get my business done? The last person to sneak a taste of the prize-winning redberry wine not only got tossed out, but banished from High Town. They were elves above all and yet because they weren’t lords or wealthy, no one cares. “Well, you look like the inquisitive type. Her light blue eyes filled with a bright shine as they lay down upon me. Still mad that I can’t find a counselor to even talk to me about the murder of my father and mother. If you would be so kind, I would love a taste of your sweetest spirit,” she says.
