Alec Troven (
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It was a door, like any other door. Which is perhaps sometimes the problem. Sometimes it meant that you thought you were going into one place and then end up at the Inn.
The Inn has been quiet. It's early Tuesday morning and Laruna is in the restaurant sorting through the latest batch of wine she's made. Alec is upstairs, somewhere, so she's the only one around. Humming to herself she is completely oblivious to anyone or anything.
The Inn has been quiet. It's early Tuesday morning and Laruna is in the restaurant sorting through the latest batch of wine she's made. Alec is upstairs, somewhere, so she's the only one around. Humming to herself she is completely oblivious to anyone or anything.
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The words are flat but full of anger.
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He takes a sip of his drink, still getting used to the flavor.
"I mean, he can't force you to stay here, right? You could just leave."
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A shrug.
"It'd be better than home, I think."
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And hello Marvelous Laruna Bad Idea.
It's part of the Troven legendary bad ideas.
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Yeah, he can tell she has a bad idea. But of course he's intrigued.
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Of course he is.
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But then, why not? It's not like there's anything for him back home, either. "I've gotta... think about that."
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And she pours him another drink of the apple stuff.
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Another sip of his drink. He's getting used to this stuff. It doesn't taste half bad.
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It's good stuff! She hasn't figured out how to replicate it yet either.