The mug of ale slide down the bar top being stopped by a slender a hand. The young woman brought the mug to her lips taking a sip. A dark skinned woman sat next to her leaning on the bar making many of the man leer at her open collar. The other young woman was more dressed in her usual fighting attire.
“I’m just not sure what to do anymore Isabella.” You said placing your mug back on the bar top. “I…I love him.”
“You should tell Fenris that (Name).” Isabella said gently taking a sip of her own drink. She was always the ear for you when you needed one. Right now, you really need it.
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