At the bard's question, Lyral only gestures towards the disappearing form of Osulu in the crowded square.
"Did a job and got paid. I'm guessing you're talking about Cruorin?" He moves towards the others, wordlessly offering to help with the packing.
At the bard's question, Lyral only gestures towards the disappearing form of Osulu in the crowded square.
"Did a job and got paid. I'm guessing you're talking about Cruorin?" He moves towards the others, wordlessly offering to help with the packing.
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