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Bek was in a void place
Bek was crying
She heard the voice of the woman she loved
“And then she gave me a poem she had written.”
The lion replied “surely you jest? You cannot be serious”
“well earnestly it made my insides coil in horror” the swan mage replied
“How obsessive!” The lion said
“The way she fauns over me honestly it’s embarrassing.”
A branch holds a bottle of something orange
The voice of the creaking king whispered in her ear “I shall call apon you on a later date, drink. And you won’t feel anything for the swan mage anymore”
Bek drank the orange liquid, something in her chest shifts
Bek helped with the dungeon,
She felt better.