“welcome to the golden sturgeon,” bea remarks. “sit down’n i’ll get your order in a minute, sir!” bea flitted around the bar, smiling to herself as she goes to take the new patron’s order. bea has always been a bright force, ginger hair curling down her back tonight. it seems she would serve a witcher tonight. no matter. she was good friends with geralt of rivia...through cirilla...and dandelion...
“all right. here we are. what can i get you? we’ve got particularly good wine. though, if you’re hungry, our fish isn’t bad.”
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