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"Of course!", he boasted, gabbing a thumb proudly into his chest. "I hold strong to tradition! It's how this world survived back when, and it's how it should remain. It's how Marchen remained so peaceful thus far."
With a humble smile, he kept to his work, while listening for the young womans responce. He wasn't too surprised when she said that she were taught magic. He'd crossed pathes with a variety of people of such, each with their own cliches and groups. nto often one crossed a good healing or exorcist, though.
Pausing, he side glanced to Aki, where she were crouched to the floor. There seemed something heavy about her voice. An edge. He wound up paying it little mind though, as he was soon to recieve a smile. 'Such a strong and bright girl.' "Sheets! And then the windows could use a quick washing, and that should be all the nessisary."
He would have told Aki to get the sheets, though reaised just looking at her that she'd be too short, thus he got them himself. "How about you shake out the sheets and make the beds? I'll get some water and rags and do the windows. Soudn fair?", he asked, setting the sheets on the beds they went to.
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