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[Now that her welcome wagon via land and sky have delivered Penelo to Troia, she's taking the time to look around and stock up on supplies. She's happily discovered her gil is accepted currency and determined to be ready for whatever lies ahead. Oddly, faced with the prospect of being on her own and not having to chase after Vaan, she's not entirely sure what to do with herself, aside from begin the process of finding her friends.
Thus, she's browsing the shops, buying only the bare minimum necessary, and pausing to chat with some of the locals.]
Thus, she's browsing the shops, buying only the bare minimum necessary, and pausing to chat with some of the locals.]
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...No punishment is unnecessary.
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That can be taken one of two ways. Which one is it?
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But if there's anything I can do to help, I'm more than willing.
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So, where will you be going next?
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[She pauses as she catches the second half of that sentence and considers it.]
There you go being mysterious again. If you're not careful, you'll draw a crowd of admirers.
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Hasn't anyone told you? Women like a man with an air of mystery.
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...I see.
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What is it?
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It's all right... it's nothing.
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I'm not blind. It's alright if you don't want to talk about it, but you don't have to cover.
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[Putting up a tough-guy front, perhaps...]
It really is nothing. Thank you for that information, anyway.
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[Not about to push like Vaan would, Penelo walks on quietly, pausing to sniff some flowers.]
We don't have anything like these in Dalmasca.
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Nor do we, where I'm from.
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[She runs a finger over the petals, which feels almost painfully familiar, but she can't place why. So she picks one and tucks it into her hair.]
What is it like? Where you're from?
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