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Kendra leads Varka to the dinning room so they can eat together. "Not exactly. I didn't think my father would trap you all here for the month. But I was thinking perhaps I could show you around? You don't have to be cooped up in the house all month, although to be honest that's kind of what I do."
From the staircase descends a sleepy Kendra who yawns and stretches as she clumsily searches for the source of the wandering porridge scent. Her hair has gone from neat and proper to a tangled mess. "Mmernin Olf, Vorka." She mutters. |
