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"—So all in all that would be..." Their light flickered as she made her way down her written list, partly keeping an eye on the merchant who was giving her utmost to confirm the content and amount of each bundle as fast as Arabelle read it. It was a little past midnight, and everything was scattered on the floor. She was certain a number of her crystals were destined to simply join the clutter. But what did she care? It was part of the agreement, and the girl's enthusiasm was adorable. "...And a single [Snake Venom] buff. That one is a unique." An tossed the sac to her side

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“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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