Flora: So where did you go? You were gone for more than an hour.
Trace: An hour?
Trace: I didn’t realize it’d been that long, I’m sorry.
Trace: I was talking to the dragon about… uh… where we’ll be going after we’re done here.
Trace: I have it marked on the map if—
Flora: I’m just glad you’re back, Trace! It’s so boring without you here.
Trace: Oh, well, maybe we can go out and find something fun to do.
Tavernkeeper: Ehem! Do you two mind? Intimate contact is prohibited by law, and I won’t have it in my tavern! And ignorance of the law is no excuse! If you feel you simply must… touch one another, you can do it in your own rooms!
Flora: Aw, come on! Laws about how we dress… Laws keeping us here at the docks… Now laws against even touching?!
Flora: What’s with these people and all their rules?!
Tavernkeeper: No yelling!
Tavernkeeper: Damn Keidran…
Flora: …Trace, smite him.
Trace: Wha—? Flora!
Flora: I know you can! Just set his pants on fire or something, come on!
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