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... lua er Goltbred began to fit her *very* self-made rope through the slightly reinforced eyelets on the large flat leaves she’d gathered. Making a very makeshift sort of tunic out of them. When it came time, she would be focusing on nothing but her spirit as a sensory method and her physical energy paths... which meant her current defenses - at least around her skin would drop to nothing.
"Don’t you have a nice piece of clothing already? That silver dress."
"I do. Yet, I refuse to ...
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