Neverwinter Forest they will turn your mouth into a city of curfews

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The white woman’s smile fell upon the girl and Kitsch wilted under its authoritative kindness. Kitsch’s internal monologue definitely had a problem with authority [hell, she was the authority], but such opinions did not seem to bode well with the wolves of the wild and she never spoke of it. So the girl stayed silent and attempted to muster a smile in response — thankfully Libeccio drew the attention away by sharing his name. West was the next wolf to introduce herself, but the moniker that drew forth from the nurse’s lips was most unexpected. Keppel gaze shot to to the face of the mottled woman who stood abreast her. 

Ponente? The fuck?

Kitsch struggled not to parade her consternation in front of her audience, so Kitsch sought to divert attention with the next logical thing to do — introduce herself. It was her turn, right? “Kitsch,” she stated again… then, quickly realizing her mistake, sucked in breathe and held it tightly. She was so dumb! What would they think of such a faux pas… would they think her a pretty fool? Kitsch’s gaze fell listlessly to the ground in front of her. It’s exactly what she was; a pretty fool, unable to hold a conversation without tripping over her own feet. So, once more, Kitsch fell silent and was most determined to stay as such.

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