[Ain't that the truth, she nods. Minor mishaps done she's about to turn until, finally she recalls something. An index finger rises as she turns her attention to the mirror of the cloaked man.]
You're... [Did he ever gave a name, nope!]
Nhaama, that's--[She stretches out a hand.] Wait! You're the one who tried to called me, and left a splitting headache!
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You're... [Did he ever gave a name, nope!]
Nhaama, that's--[She stretches out a hand.] Wait! You're the one who tried to called me, and left a splitting headache!