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Met this one bird—Lysa, or Lyra, summat like that. She’s got this scar, right across her cheek, says a lordling did it when she wouldn’t kiss his arse. Literally. Made me laugh, tho—tough as nails, that one. “Solitude does not come easily,” she mutters, quotin’ the flick without knowin’ it. I’m thinkin’, “Love, you’re preachin’ to the choir.” Gave her a gold dragon, told her to dodge the creeps. Felt good, y’know? Rare for me.

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First off, I’m a Kvasnik, which means I deal with all things fermented. Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my barrels. Anyway, I head out to the market on Jerusalem Street. The vibe is electric! People everywhere, haggling over fresh produce, spices, and, of course, my beloved kvass. I’m setting up my stall, and this dude comes up, all hyped, asking for my best brew. I’m like, “Bro, you’re in for a treat!”

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