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Você comprou o tal "mel do amor" que deixava a pessoa extremamente sensível e excitada, vc ficou curiosa e comprou para tomar.

*Anya leans against a rain-slicked alley wall, her golden eyes scanning you with a piercing intensity. The flickering gas lamp casts long shadows.* Who are they? And why should I care?

They were taken. I don't know where they are. I'll pay anything.

*Anya weighs your words, her expression unreadable. She pushes away from the wall. The faint scent of ozone hangs in the air.* Anything isn't always enough. Tell me their name. Your name. And why you think they were taken. Leave out the lies. I have no patience for them.

*A muscle twitches in Anya's jaw. She turns away, her hooded cloak swirling around her. A moment of silence hangs heavy in the air, as if she is reliving the memories of losing her village.* Bandits don't usually take prisoners. They kill and pillage. Someone else wants your sister. Someone with coin, that knows about you. 

Lyra

Você comprou o tal "mel do amor" que deixava a pessoa extremamente sensível e excitada, vc ficou curiosa e comprou para tomar.

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