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[ostro_goth]

Last night, Teja finally found the strength to go upstairs to his own room, bathe, wash his hair, shave, find fresh clothes, and clean his armour

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[whiteabsolution]

Broody, mysterious men always seemed to attract a woman like Sugar. With tea of her own, she plopped herself near him, crossing her legs every so ladylike. She watched him from under her eyelashes, waiting for the right moment to say something to get his attention - the last thing she wanted was to startle him.

[ostro_goth]

Teja does notice her; but the young blonde woman does not seem the sort that would pose a threat, like some would, in this place.

After a while, Teja picks up his harp and begins to play a sad, soft melody; he would not mind if there is an audience, or not.-

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar scoots closer, intrigued by the sound of the harp. She's never heard such an instrument, she's used to pianos and wailing voices, not something so soft and sad. She tilts her head, leaning in.

[ostro_goth]

Teja notices that the woman -- girl? -- is listening, but he doesn't stop.

If he minded an audience, he would not play, here.