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"Waterdeep. Oh! Or Neverwinter."
"Too cold," Nocturne laughs, "wouldn't you rather go down south? Athkatla, perhaps?"
"Mmm, but I'd have you to keep me warm up north. And the skies are clear for your stargazing."
"That's why you stick so close to me, huh? Not because of my charm, just because I'm a walking furnace."
"Exactly." Shadowheart pulled closer to kiss Nocturne's lips. "The prettiest furnace there ever was.
"How much money do we need to get started? Come on. You can get your hands in the alms box, can't you?"
Nocturne gave her a sad smile. "I can try."