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Roth packed up his bag and took his sword. He looked over his last few possessions and walked to the flap. A woman with cinder beige eyes stepped in holding a golden goblet. She walked over to him.
“My lord, would you care for a drink?” the woman asked.
Roth pulled the bag over his shoulder once more and huffed, “I must go, miss. I must go see someone.”
“My name is Dancora. You must take refreshments before your long journey.” She told him.
Roth sighed and took the goblet from her. He instantly froze and his eyes glazed. Roth looked at her and shook his head.
“Where was I going again, my Lady?” Roth asked.
“You are going into the main tent to see your father to marry Alisa,” Dancora said.
“That’s right… I have to marry Alisa…” Roth said.
“That is right young Cummings. You lov
