Arabelle

“Five teleport crystals.” “Eh...? Did something happen?” “Nothing at all.” She moved to lean on the cabinet adjacent to the counter as she was accustomed to, lazily twirling a finger through her hair. It had been months since her last visit and upon stepping in, she’d found that she long accepted that Pandora’s Wares would always be cluttered – somewhere along the line, that had turned into its unique charm. “Since one already takes up an entire battle-ready slot, I figured just filling it up with duplicates should save me a couple of trips.” Behind the trade window, the merchan

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Crafting was hell. She couldn’t remember the last time she thought that. Who knew the road to two hundred was this tedious? Arabelle surely didn’t; she’d never kept count of her daily output before, and with more than enough time (she’d figured), she’d thought there wasn’t any need to now. Thoughtless of her, in hindsight. A polite greeting and the obligatory ‘thank you for your generosity’ to the alchemist. Her visit came two hours past noon this time, but she faithfully kept to her courtesy of taking only five freebies. Had she been a little less considerate, she might h