Quote Originally Posted by Gnrlshrimp View Post
Ithuriel settles on a glass of wine resting her head in one hand as she casts her gaze over the various drinks dotted about behind the bar.

One wing flicks slightly at a faint gust of wind and she fidgets in her stool slightly, and generally acts like she totally hasn't heard anything suspicious from Aerith or Noelle.
Yeah, we should leave.
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