WantYourSoul
Resident Babyface
Lucrezia's attention was starting to wander, she was passing by at this point with her gaze curiously examining the interior of the tavern. She pauses as she hears a bet. 1000 sols? Zia couldn't decline that offer even with a knife to her throat. Twisting on her heel, Lucrezia strides right into the tavern. The crowd blocks her view of the man and she pushes through them, clearing her throat. "What're we wagering here?" She calls out, hands on her hips as she looks around with a smug grin on her face.
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