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life history of each individual.
    She could’ve done without that last part.
    Her Avatar found it interesting, at least.
    Pressing on at the same frantic pace she used to talk, Chara pointed out a lovely blonde girl named Melanie, her best friend, and another girl with mahogany hair named Lucy, her other best friend. The warrior waved politely to both, getting a smile from the first, and a look of annoyance from the second.
    She decided not to try and figure that out. Her Avatar snickered at her in sing-song.
    Reaching the inn, Chara all but dragged her up the steps, onto the long, wide porch, and through the doors, which stood open, letting in the early summer breeze. Dizzy from the wild gait of the young girl, the warrior found herself being given a seat in the large common room as Chara continued to rattle out random details too fast for her to keep up with.
    "Mom!" Chara bellowed between pointing out things to her new friend. "That tea set use to be owned by a Blessed, but I can't remember who they were now. Dad! Oh, hey, a famous bard once sat at that table over there and told stories all night. I'm home! Do you see that ale stein over the mantle? Given to my Dad by the King of Fival, so you know. I brought company! That cabinet was carved by my great uncle, Terry, from a tree that was hit by lightning, and I'm told it's blessed by Rajan. She's a Blessed of Ramor!"
    The warrior blinked several times, feeling as if she must be getting whiplash trying to look at all the trinkets Chara pointed to her between shaking the walls with her calls to her parents. One thing she was sure of, though. The girl had a set of lungs on her.
    Like a tiger , her Avatar crooned.
    "What’s all the ruckus?" Kate asked, voice thick with exasperation for her daughter, as she exited the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel.
    "Mom, look!" Chara cried, jabbing a finger at the warrior. "A Blessed of Ramor!"
    The warrior gave a small wave, trying to smile, but feeling nervous from her new admirer’s hectic manner.
    Kate looked her over and nodded. "So I see. Is she staying?"
    "Yes," Chara declared, then glanced over at the warrior. "You are, right?"
    She held up a couple fingers, trying to say that she’d likely be in town for a couple days. Mother and daughter stared at her in confusion. Slowly, she lowered her hand, and tried to find something to stare at, in what she hoped was a distracted manner.
    "So, yes," Chara said again. "For a few days, probably."
    "Can't she speak?" Kate asked.
    Chara grimaced. "Mom!"
    "What?" Kate shrugged. "Seems like a simple enough question."
    Chara stormed across the room, taking her mother by the arm, whispering, "She can't, okay? She's a mute. Doesn't even have a name that I can tell. Never mind that, though, she's a Cleric of Ramor."
    Kate gave her an annoyed look. "Ramor doesn't have a priesthood, honey."
    "Yeah, well, he does now," Chara huffed. "I saw her throw a fireball from her hand with my own two eyes."
    Kate managed to look both exasperated and irritated at the same time. "Why in all the realms of Heaven would she have been doing that?"
    "To kill the Demon Seed that attacked me," Chara exclaimed, trying to keep her voice hushed.
    As her mother sighed heavily, Chara glanced over at the warrior, smiled, and gave her a thumbs up. The warrior arched an eyebrow, utterly lost.
    "Right, so she saved you from Demon Seed," Kate said. "Is that what you're telling me?"
    "It is," Chara told her, looking triumphant for no reason.
    "Sweetheart, no one has ever seen Demon Seed in this area, or in Fival at all, for that matter," her mother groaned. "Maybe you dreamed it."
    Chara gaped. "I did not! Ask her!"
    "How is she going to answer if she can't talk?" Kate retorted.
    Chara had to think about that for a minute. "Just ask her!”
    "Fine, fine," Kate gave in, turning back to the warrior with a gentle, patient smile. "My daughter tells me you rescued her from Demon Seed."
    The warrior nodded, holding up three fingers