[ Your mom's too engrossed in this... this... ugh, what's that smell? It will probably disappear once Noire throws whatever she's brought in. Probably. With the same hand that brings a finger to her lips, Tharja beckons Noire to enter. ]
Come in, and watch your step. [ There might be a cat. Who knows? Only the candlelight by Tharja's cauldron makes seeing anything in this tent possible. She continues in a whisper: ] When stirring a silence curse, one must make as little sound as possible.
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[ Your mom's too engrossed in this... this... ugh, what's that smell? It will probably disappear once Noire throws whatever she's brought in. Probably. With the same hand that brings a finger to her lips, Tharja beckons Noire to enter. ]
Come in, and watch your step. [ There might be a cat. Who knows? Only the candlelight by Tharja's cauldron makes seeing anything in this tent possible. She continues in a whisper: ] When stirring a silence curse, one must make as little sound as possible.