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The Drunken Turnip was cosily crowded like always. Most customers greeted Lilith with a respectful nod or a well-meant grunt of acknowledgement. None of them bothered to greet Sam, but she didn’t mind.
The beer was cold and the company…
She stared at Lilith and her stomach twisted in all kinds of knots and turns.
The company was something.
“A Whisp Hopper and a glass of wine. A big one,” Lilith ordered before Samantha even had a chance to sit down.
She didn’t particularly like being ordered for, but she would’ve been a lot more annoyed if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted.
As she took a seat at the bar, Shadow strained against her lead and barked loudly.
“Wraf! Wraf!”
“Hey, what’s going on?” Sam tried to distract the puppy by snapping her fingers and dancing her hands in front o
