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you blink, taken aback. you contemplate leaving, but something about their odd behavior makes you feel like there's something you're missing. still, you're ready to take off if you feel you need to.
"...I don't know where you're from, but around here you usually buy a guy a drink first."
now it's their turn to look befuddled. for a moment they stare at you in blank confusion before awareness hits and they wrinkle their nose.
"no, that is - that is certainly not the situation. I apologize for the misunderstanding. I suppose I didn't realize how unrecognizable I would be here."
they gesture vaguely towards their outfit, and then to their earrings.
"I am an acolyte from the Lightwell, traveling for research purposes."
you've heard of the Lightwell - it's not hard to find someone willing to brag that they knew of someone who left to join the metropolis, even if they were many degrees separated. you've never actually seen anyone from the lightwell venture this far into the backwoods.
"I see. though that...doesn't actually explain why you've been watching me."
the corner of their lip twitches downwards. you can tell they would rather not tell you anything.
"it is about the spots on your skin. if I am not mistaken, I have an idea of the way the pattern continues on your torso. I would like to confirm, if you would oblige."
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