[ There's no hesitation; Lauralae follows, stepping outside, obviously losing some of her agitation as she embraces the air outside the smoke and overcrowding of the tavern. Head tilting, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, allowing herself to find some solidarity in the darkness. ]
As you say.
[ She doesn't stray too far - she's not an idiot, she knows flame is important - but she doesn't hang too close either, keeping as much distance as she can. ]
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As you say.
[ She doesn't stray too far - she's not an idiot, she knows flame is important - but she doesn't hang too close either, keeping as much distance as she can. ]