Ilea nodded to Claire and left before the cook could change her mind. She would work at one of her restaurants, the Golden Drake or something else. The shock on her face told Ilea enough, the only interpretation not in her favor was that she somehow had a traumatic connection to that place but the way she had met her when she was working there gave that theory very little credibility. Now to get some wood and gray whatever resistance. Ilea thought. She had some theories to the mans magic but wasnt sure yet. Making her way towards Viscera, she suddenly smelled a faint but familiar scent. A small detour perhaps.
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