[Will leans in to see Strohl's Oracle, and then pulls out his own to double check. He clicks his tongue. Maybe he really does need to have Eupha put some kind of curse on it so people will stop speaking for him.
Still, something settles on his chest. It feels bad, bitter almost like guilt. Strohl sounds so... disappointed.
Even so, Will glances at the restaurant. Something else bubbles in his stomach, not unlike the first time he went to Grand Trad. Anxiety and excitement all in one. He can't quite pinpoint why.]
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Still, something settles on his chest. It feels bad, bitter almost like guilt. Strohl sounds so... disappointed.
Even so, Will glances at the restaurant. Something else bubbles in his stomach, not unlike the first time he went to Grand Trad. Anxiety and excitement all in one. He can't quite pinpoint why.]
We're here, aren't we? It could be fun.