
_EbonyEyes_ wrote:He chuckled, "No, no. I'm a traveling merchant, I sleep in my covered wagon."
Evaira gazed over at Anya, "I could do that for you. I'm pretty good with building. My fa-" she gulped, rembering her family- her dead family. "My father built houses, shelves, desks, that kind of stuff." Looking down at her feet, she added, "I could also help you with the flowers. I mean, how hard is picking flowers?" She winked at her friend, sarcasm covering her hurtful memories.

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