Starter Quest

Jul 21, 2023

It was only her third day here, but Manami already hated this world.

There wasn’t a single thing about this game that she enjoyed. The simplest things took longer than she felt they should. Just learning how to move around by rocking her body back and forth in her chair had taken an hour. She’d logged in the first time hoping to make at least a little progress, but by the time she actually managed to come to grips with walking, it had already been so late that she hadn’t been able to spend more than half an hour exploring the city before the alarm she’d set for herself started ringing.

Yesterday had been a complete waste of time and today hadn’t started out much better. She’d decided to try her luck in the markets again, an area that the Wikipedia said was supposed to be full of people willing to help new players. The part about it being full of people wasn’t wrong, but as far as she could tell nobody wanted to have anything to do with a new player at all.

Nobody in this game seemed to want to help her out even a little. Most of them were annoyed that she was talking to them at all, and sometimes after she asked them they flat out laughed in her face. Other players ignored her entirely. They’d eyeball her for a moment, then go back to whatever they’d been doing like she didn’t exist. One person had even told her to stop being a nuisance. To top it off, she’d managed to walk head first into some player who’d gotten angry and yelled at her. It wasn’t like she’d done it on purpose or anything.

“What a horrible place. I wish I were somewhere else.”

At least for the time being, that wasn’t going to happen. She wasn’t here because she wanted to play the game.

Manami was looking for her sister.

Reiko had disappeared a week ago. At first, nobody even knew she was gone. Her parents just assumed that she was busy with work. After all, Reiko’s job meant that sometimes she was away from home for days at a time. They’d just assumed she was busy. It wasn’t until they received a call from Reiko’s manager asking if she was sick that they realized something was wrong.

Nobody knew where she was.

She hadn’t told anybody that she was going somewhere. Hadn’t left a note or message. She wasn’t answering her phone, wasn’t responding to emails. That was about as much as anybody knew. She’d just vanished.

But even though Manami’s father worked for the police, he didn’t file a missing persons report. And her mother didn’t want to do anything at all. Manami had heard them talking at night; her father wanted to ask their extended family about it, but her mother was against it.

“She’ll be back. In a little while, she’ll be back. We can’t expect that girl to do what’s best for the family, and if we start making a big noise about it now and she shows up in a few days we’ll be a laughing stock. Everybody already thinks we’re a joke as it is.”

And so on.

Maybe she just ran away.

Nobody wanted to say what they were thinking, that maybe she was kidnapped… or worse. It was as though as long as they didn’t say it, they could go on believing that’s all it was.

Maybe the reason Manami was here, in this world, was because she didn’t want to admit it either. Her sister played this game a lot. Used to, anyway. It was practically the only thing she ever talked about, even though Manami could barely understand half the things she said. More than her job, more than anything, this place was special to her sister. If Reiko spent that much time here then it stood to reason she had friends in the game too. Maybe even if she hadn’t said anything to her family, she might have said something to one of them. It was a long shot, but it wasn’t like she knew any of Reiko’s friends in real life. This was all she could think to do. And since her parents had put a ban on talking to anybody about Reiko’s disappearance, it was about all she could do.

In front of her, a small group walked by, all of them laughing, gesturing with their hands. They were dressed in bands of gleaming chrome and bronze. All of them except for the one woman they were with, who, despite being unnaturally well proportioned, hardly seemed to be wearing anything. At the very least, where the men wore armor that covered every inch of them, she was practically dressed in a bikini.

How does that work? What happens if somebody stabs her boobs?

She heard a bit of their conversation as they passed. They were talking about something called a Gormu Dragon. She knew that they were mostly using regular Japanese, but it was mixed up with so many words of English that she couldn’t follow along.

That was something else she hated about this place.

She never really liked these kinds of games. She hadn’t even used VR before, outside one time at the public library for a virtual museum tour she needed to do for a class. Even though it was only supposed to be a few minutes long, her stomach had started churning before a few seconds and she’d practically thrown the helmet to the floor and run to the bathroom. She dry retched into the sink, and had to splash water on her face until the horrible, spinning feeling had gone away. Later on, between apologizing and asking if she was okay, one of the library staff members told her she might not have put the Whips in right, so she’d probably gotten virtual sickness. She didn’t care. From that point on, Manami wanted nothing to do with it.

And yet here she was. Not that being here was doing much good.

“Don’t give up!” She slapped her thighs. In the game world, her character chopped the air with both hands.

Stupid game.

Now wasn’t the time to get discouraged. She had come here to find her sister, and that was what she was going to do. Even if the longer she spent here the less likely it seemed.

After all, if Manami didn’t do something, who would?

Manami pushed herself off the wall and took another breath to settle herself. If somebody here knew where Reiko was, then she was going to find them. If not, then she’d just figure something else out. Until then she’d just keep asking people until she knew one way or the other.

It was all turning out to be a lot harder than she’d imagined. Not least of which because she didn’t actually know what her sister looked like in this game, or even what she called herself. Up until now she’d been asking people using Reiko’s work name, Hayami Kana. She figured if anybody knew her sister in real life, maybe they’d know who she was talking about. Most people, it seemed, did not.

“If only I knew who to ask…” she said to herself, not expecting anybody to answer.

When somebody did answer, she was so surprised she almost fell off her seat.

“Ah! Just the thing I like to hear! Normally people are so concerned with the ‘what’ that they entirely forget about the ‘who’. Even though, in my humble opinion, it’s often the who that causes the most trouble. Yes indeed, a rare quality!”

When Manami spun about to see who was talking, she saw the fattest man she had ever seen. He was so large that he looked more like a ball than a person.

“However, if it’s merely the who that causes you concern, my friend, then allow me to humbly suggest that you need not concern any longer.”

“Ah…” Manami stood there, staring up at the talking sphere.

“Ah?” The fat man raised his eyebrows at her. “Perhaps I’m being rude. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ponderous Jon. I am, as are my associates here, pleased to make an acquaintance of you. You can just call me Jon if you’d rather.”

Manami blinked at him and then took a few steps to one side so she could see the associates he’d just mentioned.

It seems that she had wandered close to a small courtyard to one side of the markets where a group of men were sitting on short stools around makeshift tables made of barrels and crates. All of them, Ponderous Jon included, were dressed in limes, turquoises, and pinks. Their clothes were decorated with flashy scarves, giant hooped earrings, and even ostrich feathers. She thought they might be storekeepers, but there didn’t seem to be a single thing for sale between them. The courtyard stretched back to a short balcony, beyond which were the roofs of buildings. Beyond that were the very tips of sails.

They look like Glams.

“Oh? What’s this? A customer?”

Maybe having only now noticed she was there, one of the men sitting at the tables jumped up and trotted over to where Jon was still beaming down at her.

As abnormally fat as the first one was, the second one was ridiculously thin. He was wearing a small fez and had a little moustache that stuck out in three prongs either side of his face like whiskers. He reminded her of a weasel.

“Ah…” Manami said a second time.

“Again with this ‘ah’. I’ve yet to hear this question of yours. Oh, and this dude is Eugene,” Ponderous Jon jerked a thumb at his friend, affected speech momentarily forgotten.

The one called Eugene leaned a little closer. “Forgive me for asking, but… Might you be, Miss, a new player?”

“A-ah… Do I really stick out that much?”

“I see, I see.” Jon nodded sagely and pawed at his giant chin. “A new player wandering around here. That’s not something we come across all that often.”

“No, not common at all,” Eugine agreed. “Most newbs don’t get as far as the markets until at least level three. Then again, most new players don’t choose to be a fae. You can’t have all that much silver on you. Why did you come here?”

“Shouldn’t you be busy with the starter quests? If you’re worried about doing it alone, they’re mostly fine to solo. Didn’t you get a system prompt to go to the… Ah, what was it for the fae race in Rosenburg? Oberon’s Garden, or something?”

“I-I’m sorry, but I’m not entirely sure where here is. I was just passing—”

“Oh? I thought you wanted to ask a question? Wasn’t that why you came and found us?”

Manami could feel herself getting flustered. “I wasn’t actually looking for you… I just… kind of came here by accident.”

Jon smiled lightly. “There are no such things as accidents—just pleasant coincidences.” He seemed to give his words some thought. “And sometimes not so pleasant ones. But for now the less said of those, the better.”

“I don’t follow.” Manami had no idea what this guy was prattling on about. It was like opening a book halfway through and expecting to understand the story.

“All I mean is that you appear to have a question that needs answering, and be it coincidence or luck, you’ve arrived at exactly the right place to get it answered.” The fat man spread his fingers wide and gestured at the courtyard behind him. “We, young Miss, are data traders.”

“Data traders?”

“Think of us as merchants. Just like those onion sellers out there in the market, only we sell and buy something far more valuable. We deal, you see, in—” he waggled his fingers at her “—knowledge.”

Manami felt a strange vertigo.

“I’d like to leave now.”

“No no no, don’t leave. So what did you want to know?”

Manami took a breath. He was right. She couldn’t leave. This had been what she’d been looking for in the first place, right? Even if they did sound totally crazy, maybe these people knew something about Reiko. At the very least it wouldn’t hurt to ask.

“I… I’m trying to find someone.”

“Oh?” Ponderous Jon’s eyebrows jumped up. “New to the game and you’re trying to find somebody?”

Eugine hummed and narrowed his eyes. “Still, that could either be a very trivial question or a very complicated one, depending on who that someone is, you know.”

“It’s my…” Manami bit her lip. Should she actually say that Reiko and her were related? “It’s somebody I know. Do you… Do you think you might be able to find her?”

“Almost certainly. If she’s anywhere to be found, that is. Who are you looking for?”

“Hayami Kana.”

Both Jon and Eugine looked at her silently for a few seconds. Jon scratched at his stomach and looked down at her. “Come again?”

“It’s… Um… Hayami Kana.”

Jon leaned back into his heels.

“I’m not joking!”

“Oh, well, in that case… Who put you up to this?”

“W-what?” Manami looked around herself uneasily.

Beside him, Eugine said, “Ahh, and here I thought this was serious. Hayami Kana? Give me a break. Go on, it was those Crucible jerks, wasn’t it. Whatever.” And turned his back on her.

“C-Crucible?”

Jon ignored her and slowly began to waddle back to his seat. “Great. Like stealing our customers wasn’t enough. Now they’re just out to make us look like idiots.”

“No, I—”

Jon glared back at her and hissed, “Whatever, whatever. Very good. Ha ha. You’ve had your fun, now scram.”

Manami shook her head. “N-no, really, I…”

“Go on, shoo.” Eugine waved one hand over his shoulder.

“I just…”

But the two men had already stopped paying her any attention. She could hear them muttering to themselves as they headed back to the courtyard. “What a waste of time!”

Manami turned away from the small courtyard feeling more dejected than she had started. Nobody was taking her seriously at all. But it wasn’t her fault! How else was she supposed to ask about Reiko?

Manami puffed her cheeks and stormed down a little path along the edge of the markets where the rude man who had shouted at her before told her to walk. Although she hated to admit it, it was easier going here. There weren’t nearly as many people, and the ones who passed her all jumped out of her way before they were remotely close. Even though it didn’t look like this road would take her anywhere useful, it was better than weaving in and out between everybody else.

From here, she could even make out a little of the city over the heads of the people walking around. None of the buildings were very tall. Mostly it was two story houses with grey plaster walls framed by heavy wooden beams, and topped with brown and grey tiles. Every now and then she passed a larger structure made of grey stone, with big doors that looked large enough to drive a truck through. It was like something out of a European history program, only everyone was speaking Japanese. From the gaps between the buildings she could see a tall white tower, and just barely make out faint purple flashes from what she figured were banners hung from its walls. Sometimes, even farther behind that, she could just catch what might have been the turrets of a castle.

Not quite knowing where to go, Manami kept walking, looking around at the scenery and trying to build up the courage to talk to somebody else, until she turned about a corner and found that she seemed to have gone someplace else entirely.

The laneway had led her to an area where the small carts that lined the streets of the markets were replaced by tarps the size of small houses, stretched over rows of wagons that had been parked close together. Some of them were filled with sacks, or barrels. Others with boxes from which she could hear a scuttling noise as she passed. Enormous black and brown horses whinnied as she passed them, eyeing her suspiciously and clapping at the ground with their hooves.

Even without knowing entirely what was being sold here, she could tell it was something totally different from what they were selling in the shops she’d left behind her. Unlike the brightly dressed salespeople in the markets who never stopped screaming, the merchants here quietly looked down their hawkish noses at her, before turning their gaze elsewhere. There weren’t many players here and the ones she did see talked in hushed voices, making small movements with their heads, deftly opening and closing blue floating panels to show one another. A few of them gave her a quick glance as she passed, but mostly they ignored her altogether. Whatever it was they were doing, Manami didn’t figure into it.

She wasn’t going to find Reiko here.

Manami turned around and was going to head back toward the busier markets when she saw something peculiar just ahead. Leaning into the corner of a large wagon, peeking out at whatever was on the other side, was a man wearing a long black cloak that covered his head and was long enough to brush against the ground. One of his thin white hands was pushed flat against the side of a wagon. The other was cupped over the back of his ear, as though it would help him hear.

He wasn’t a storekeeper and he wasn’t acting like any player she’d seen up until now either. Mission momentarily forgotten, Manami leaned forward in her seat to get a better look—

The Whips buzzed furiously in her ears, giving her the sensation of rushing forward as her character broke into a sprint. Realizing her mistake, she pushed her hands down and lurched back in her chair, but somehow all this did was make her run even faster. Hearing her clomping toward him, the man in cloak leaned back to look at her, but by that time Manami had already reached him.

For no reason she understood, Manami’s character launched up off the stone pavers and shoulder tackled the man in the black cloak.

“Uwah!” Manami yelped as the two of them tumbled forward.

The man landed face-first, arms thrown out in front of him, with Manami riding on his back, hands pushing him down. She was going to apologize, or better yet just run away, when she realized that it wasn’t just the two of them anymore.

Standing in front of a large building with a huge red door where three men. The largest of the three was entirely wrapped in heavy-looking armor. There wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t covered by boxy, dark-colored metal. His helmet was shaped to look like a monstrous bird’s head, with only a slight cut along the front to see through. She might have taken him for a Mask, but there was nothing cute about that scowling visage at all.

To his left was a man just half his height, but impressively stocky, like a miniature weight lifter. A Dwarf. He was dressed in blue and green silk that billowed about his stocky body and had an impressive moustache whose ends were tied into a single braid that came down almost to the floor.

Finally, half hidden behind the other two, a man dressed in breezy white cotton. He looked almost entirely normal compared to the other two, except for the color of his hair, which was bright green.

The man with the metal bird’s head drew a long dark sword from his waist and pointed it right at Manami.

“What’s this? Spies?” His voice sounded like metal dragged over concrete.

From beneath her, the man in the cloak shoved Manami to one side. Before she had time to fall, he had already scrambled up and was sprinting over the cobblestones, quickly lost in the maze of tents.

“Damn it, one spy anyway.” The dwarf took a step toward her.

“Should I follow the other one?” The knight’s sword seemed to vibrate as he spoke.

“No need.” The dwarf shook his head. “He’s probably halfway to Tuljuq by now. On the other hand, what kind of an idiot spy are you?” He looked down at Manami. “Who are you? Who sent you?”

“Ah? Huh?”

“Enough of your lies. Kill her.”

The sword swung up into the air.

“Eep!”

“Wait wait wait!” Before the blade came back down, the man with the green beard dashed around in front of the dwarf, holding both his hands up to halt its fall. “Wait! She’s not a spy! She’s with me! She’s, ah, I hired her to keep a look out in case anybody decided to listen in on our conversation, see?” He turned about and winked at Manami. It might have been a little bit cool if he didn’t also look like he was on the verge of panicking. “Good work… You.”

There was a grinding sound as the suit of black armor turned its head to look at the Dwarf.

“Mmm. Fine,” the dwarf spat after a pause that was way too long. He waved his hand and the man in black armor smartly returned his sword back to its scabbard. “I’ll let it slide this time, Lester. It’s not like he could have actually learned anything about the shipments by listening in.” He fixed his stony gaze on the green-haired man. “Though it would have been unfortunate if he picked up on anything else.”

“Relax! Relax! We’re totally safe! It was probably some random player looking—”

“Ugh. Just listening to you talk makes me want to log out. Make sure the shipment arrives without anything stupid happening,” the dwarf roughly cut him off. “I’ll leave the details in your hands. Tell me there won’t be any problems, Lester.”

“Relax.” The green-haired man, Lester, smiled. “I’m taking care of it.”

“Take better care of it.” He looked around Lester at Manami. “And get some better help while you’re at it.”

From beside the dwarf, Manami heard a faint, cold, gravely laugh barking out from under the layers of metal wrapping the knight.

Lester smiled tightly.

“You got it. Leave it to me.”

Without saying another word, the dwarf waved at his companion and the two of them strode off. The sound of iron clanking against the cobblestones followed them until they disappeared behind one of the tall tents.

Lester let out the breath he’d been holding and his shoulders sagged.

“Are you okay?” He held his hand down to Manami.

Without thinking, she reached out to take it and was surprised when she was pulled to her feet.

“I, ah, yeah. Thanks. I mean, sorry. I think I might have messed up something?”

Lester laughed. “Quite the opposite. I’m pretty sure you just saved my ass. I kind of knew there were going to be people snooping around, or there could be at least, but I didn’t bother setting up precautions. That was… kind of stupid I suppose. My name’s Lester. I guess you already figured that out though.”

“Oh, ah, my name’s Manami!”

“Well Manami, I don’t know what you were doing out here, but if it weren’t for you, things might have gotten ugly there. Or uglier.”

Manami looked back over at where the others had gone and rubbed her arms. “Umm, if you don’t mind my asking, who were those people?”

“Those two? Mmm, nobody you need to worry about, I think. The dwarf was Rat Gut. He might not look it but he’s a pretty influential player. Also a jerk. If you see him around, stay out of his way. The bird man… I don’t know, some guard I guess. Never really found out his name. He gives me the creeps though.”

“I think that, ah, Rat Gut is the first dwarf I’ve seen around here?”

“Rosenburg? No, not many of their kind here. Players who roll Dwarf are usually too busy killing things to spend time in a city like this one. Now, if you went to Kolpika you’d see enough of them to make you sick. But that aside, you really did help me out. I have some business I need to take care of elsewhere, so it isn’t like I have a bunch of time, but is there anything I can do to repay you?”

Manami opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.

“Actually, ah…” She hunched into her shoulders. She was overcome by a sudden urge to not ask his about Reiko at all. It would be nice to have at least one person in this world who didn’t think she was an idiot. But she wasn’t here to make friends. “I know this is going to sound kind of—really stupid. Maybe if you knew anything about, um, the thing is I’m looking for, uh, for Hayami… ah, Hayami Kana, though…” She tripped over her words and let her gaze fall down to cobblestones.

Here it comes.

“Well that is definitely the last thing I was expecting.” Rather than the cruel laughter or disgusted grunts she’d been hearing for the last couple of days, Lester hummed thoughtfully.

“Y-you’re not going to laugh?”

“No, though I wouldn’t be surprised if anyone else thought you were just messing around.”

“So that means you… believe me?”

“I believe that’s what you’re looking for, at least. If it actually exists or not, I can’t say. But at the very least this isn’t the first time I’ve heard this story either. So, you’re trying to find the ghost too?”

Manami felt at once something deep inside of her tense up. A small horrible feeling like she was falling from a great height.

“Ghost?”

“The ghost of Hayami Kana.”

“You know where she is!?” She started forward in her seat, which made her character jostle forward so close to Lester they were practically inches apart.

“Hold on, just wait a minute.” Lester leaned back a little. “I never said that, but… What are you even doing, chasing an urban legend like that?”

“I… I’m a big fan.”

“I guess so.” Lester didn’t look exactly unconvinced. “Well like I said, I’ve heard about it, but it’s not like I know exactly where she is. Hear me out?”

Manami nodded enthusiastically and moved back a little.

“Okay. So, to begin with, I don’t know how much you know about Hyperlia, but I’m what you call a merchant class character. That means basically while other players are off fighting, I’m travelling around, buying and selling stuff.

“For the last few weeks, I’ve been doing that back and forth through a zone called Orlonia. It’s a pretty big place, so unless you can afford to log in all day it’s hard to cover it all in one go, especially if you’re bringing a lot of stuff with you, like me. Now, a few nights back like usual I’m travelling through Orlonia, right about the middle in an NPC town waiting for somebody to get in touch with me before I log out. I figure it’ll be a while, so I’m burning some time at an inn, listening to the chat. Just boring stuff. A couple of players bragging about their kills, rare drops, that sort of thing. Normally I’d zone out, read the net or something, but then one of them… one of them says he just saw Hayami Kana.”

“How? For real?”

Lester shrugged. “Well, if it was definitely for real or not I can’t say. But there was something about the way he described it… You’d think normally if somebody was going to say something like that, they’d make it a little crazier, you know? Like, they’d say that they spoke with her, or got a virtual handshake or something…” He looked back down at his own hand. “There was something in the way he said it…”

“W-what did he say?”

“Well, that’s the thing. I listened in—I mean, you don’t hear a story like that too often so I figured, sure, why not. But that’s basically all there was to it. He said it happened while he was farming around one of the mid-game dungeons. It was pretty late, and he was already loaded up with more stuff than he could carry, so he decided to go back up to the surface. And that’s when he saw her. It wasn’t all that close, but he recognized her even from far away. And here’s where it gets creepy: he said she looked like she was totally lost, just wandering around like she didn’t know where she was. Wasn’t even wearing any armor, just like a white dress or something. He went over to get a closer look, but by the time he got there, she was gone… After all that, I don’t think I’d have believed him, only…”

Manami tried not to shiver.

“Only?”

Lester brought one hand up and made a small gesture, stretching his fingers out wide. Right in front of his hand, a small, translucent blue square about the size of a notebook appeared out of thin air. It hovered in place while he tapped at it with one finger, then he took it by one edge held it out to Manami like one of those guys handing out leaflets at the train station.

“Only he took a picture.”

Manami could barely breathe as she took the small floating sheet from Lester.

It was slightly out of focus, like somebody had zoomed in from far away. And it was dark.

But it was definitely her.

“This is…” Manami looked up at the green-haired merchant. “This! This is her!”

“Sure does look like it, doesn’t it.”

Manami’s whole mouth felt dry. “M-Mr. Lester… I… Where was this photo taken? Please… Can you tell me?”

The man with the green beard reached out and took the photo back from Manami. “Exactly where, I don’t really know. The guy who was telling the story wasn’t really getting into a lot of specifics. But, if this photo is where I think it is… Well, let’s say maybe I can narrow it down a little.”

“Y-you can? Then… Then can you tell me how to get there?”

“I don’t know about that, but…” Lester folded his arms and gave her an appraising look. “Listen, I know it’s kind of rude to ask, but you’re a new player, aren’t you?”

Flashes of talking to Ponderous Jon ran through her mind. “Y-yes.”

“There’s no need to look down like that; it’s not like being a new player is a bad thing or anything.” He clamped his mouth shut and looked at her for another few seconds. “And you know, it’s has been a while since I saw a newb who started as a fae. I suppose you do run into a couple of players from before The Fall, but not new players…”

“The Fall?”

“Ah, it’s… Actually, don’t worry. It’s just game history. Nothing important.”

“Oh… Is… Did I make a mistake? Can I not find Hayami like this?” Manami looked down at herself. Well it wasn’t like she wanted to play this game seriously or anything.

“No, no, I mean…” Lester shook his head. “Maybe that sounded wrong. All I meant was of all the races, the fae have the lowest starting stats in everything but Focus, and that’s not a stat that really sees much play these days.”

Manami smiled and nodded and hoped he’d get back to talking about Reiko.

“Ahh, I’m not explaining this very well. Just, ah…” He shrugged and then shook his head again, like he’d decided it probably wasn’t worth going into. “The thing is—and I don’t want this to sound weird or anything—but those two guys from before? The reason we were talking is they want me to deliver something for them, and it just so happens that to get the delivery where it needs to go, I’m going to pass though Orlonia. This might sound kind of sudden, but I was actually about to start looking for an extra player to help me out during the journey. If you want, I mean if you’re okay with it, then instead of going to Orlonia on your own, then maybe you could come with me?”

“Help? B-but Mr. Lester, I only just started, so I don’t think I could really…”

“Well that’s just it. It’s specifically a new player I’m after. Actually, it’s a job only a new player can do.” He quickly looked her up and down. “And I think you’d do quite nicely.”

Manami’s throat felt dry. Was this for real? After three days of searching, had she finally found something? A clue? She felt as though if she weren’t sitting down already she might have collapsed.

“Ah, I mean, of course I can’t say that you’ll find her. I mean, not for sure. I don’t think anyone could promise you that. But I’ll take you to Orlonia at least. Maybe if I have some free time I’ll give you a hand. Can’t say I’m not a little curious myself.” He paused for a moment and looked her in the eye. “So, what do you say?”

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