That flickered in her memory, courtesy of the download she'd received. It wasn't all that unlike the foggy memories she sifted through that belonged to Ellen. Interesting. Another sip, then she gave Cayde a half-shrug. "I've had worse." Considering how long she'd been alive, that was saying something. Thanks to Johner's homemade brew, she could genuinely say that. "So, Cayde, if you're not from this place, why are you tending bar?"
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