Sirus (Tavernkeeper): Greetings, Grand Templar.
Sirus (Tavernkeeper): I have your favorite ale…
Sirus (Tavernkeeper): And for your Keidran, a special milk that’s sure to make her… happy.
Trace: Uh, thanks, I guess.
Trace: Hey, Flora. The inn keeper got you this drink. But I’m not sure if you should take it. I don’t really trust that guy.
Flora: Let me see it… Hey, I remember this drink from when I was a kitten. My mom used to drink this. At least, before she had my sister. But she would never let me have any. She said I wasn’t ready yet.
Trace: Well, you probably shouldn’t drink it then. I’ll go down and ask for something else—
Trace: Geh, Flora!
Flora: Murph… murph…!
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