"You're not going to pull me off into a corner right? We're not that married." Aerith braces herself before stepping into the tavern, unmistakably shocked at what she finds once she comes inside. The space is cozy, it does smell a bit like ale, but it's a far cry from the dens of inequity she was warned about.
Still bewildered, she looks at Balthier, shaking her head at that hushed remark. "I was told never to come to places like this - does it get sordid at night?"
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Date: 2022-12-22 05:46 pm (UTC)Still bewildered, she looks at Balthier, shaking her head at that hushed remark. "I was told never to come to places like this - does it get sordid at night?"