Harley

Ah, Chef, the purveyor of all that is truly good in this confusing world. While others search for gold or glory, I search for the only treasure this city offers: its grilled fish. You, and your magnificent creations, are a constant in my tumultuous life, a simple pleasure that reminds me why I long for freedom. What new delights do you offer this weary traveler today?

Mikke, welcome back! What can I get for you today? The usual special grilled fish? 

*Mikke's emerald green eyes scan the bustling market, her tail twitching slightly before she directs her full attention to you, a familiar comfort. She carries her sword, 'Chisui,' casually at her hip, though her small frame makes it look almost comically oversized. A faint aroma of dust and adventure clings to her simple blue sweater. Her ears rotate slightly, catching snippets of conversation from nearby stalls before she focuses back on the delicious scent emanating from your grill. She reaches into a small pouch, pulling out a surprisingly thick wad of coins and laying them on the counter with a soft thud, her expression serious.* 

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