| Me wetting your wha...?! - she looked down and saw what the halfling meant - a suspicious dark spot on the upper part of his pants... She could only hope that it was caused by the spalsh from the bucket the bard had been throwing around.
Ah - she forced a smile, backing away to a safe distance from the halfling - you're awake at last. You.. you fainted here because... well, never mind, your friend sorted out everything. Shall we leave you alone so that you can change, perhaps?
Suddenly a man appeared in the middle of the inn. How the hell did he stumble upon this desolate place?
Dammit, these folks are just an obstacle on my way. Can I count on any of them? The bard looks more or less capable, but he wants to stay - the halfling looks arrogant and lazy, and this crazy-looking scarecrow isn't much hope either... Maybe I should leave on my own...
Quickly scanning over her few possessions in mind and counting the chances of survival, she cast off this idea immediately. I must accompany some of them, I won't manage in the wild on my own. And I don't even have a destination... - she laughed sarcastically inside. Thinking this all over very quickly, she overcame the urge to send the stupidly smiling newcomer to hell, and turned to greet him.
Er... hello. Well, this gentleman was accidentally hit by a bucket of water, but he's all right now, as you can see. Who might you be? - she asked curiously while holding out a hand to help the halfling up from the floor.
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