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| [Forward, right, forward, left, forward again, right once more- the Mac Anu's pavement has probably memorized her pattern of steps by now. With how she pauses every so often to look at passing figures, it's easy to tell she's searching for someone. Someone she could recognize, but with all the hustle and bustle, isn't successful.]
And I'm back here... Did I miss her?
[The loops around town are finally catching up to her. She sits on a bench with her knees pulled close, staring at the Relic dejectedly. She's been too preoccupied to be fascinated with it.]
It wasn't ever this hard...
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| [ Venturing right into the middle of the town square might have not been the brightest idea. With all those crowds, you really need to watch your ste--
Bump.
Wait, did somebody just punch you? If you gather enough courage to turn around and face your attacker, you will only find a short, distressed-looking Harvest Cleric who shoots you an apologetic glance. ]
Uh, sorry for that...
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