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It wasn’t every day that Dlanor found herself asking others for assitance. More often than not she tried to offer her help to others instead. This time, however, it couldn’t be helped. While she had, at one point, been well-acquainted with this city, things had changed. Now, it was a matter of actually finding an individual that was knowledgeable enough in the topic at hand.
This man just appeared to fit some vague mental image the child had conjured. They were much taller than herself, something that no longer surprised her, so her gold eyes needed to trail upwards to meet his. “Excuse ME.” In contrast with her dainty appearance, Dlanor spoke firmly, albeit softly. There was no sign of trepidation. “Would you happen to know if there are any tea houses still in this CITY?” A coffee shop could do, but Dlanor didn’t quite trust the quality to be the same.