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Ameiko took a brief moment to take another long drink of coffee, inhaling first the nose of the lightly roasted brew of beans. Then, dipping her fingers into a pouch at the side of her belt, she mumbles something incomprehensible under her breath, “ንፈስ ድም”

Then, as she dives full-tilt into her next number, the quality of the sound is completely different, as though even the instrument itself has somehow been magically transformed. Gone is the calm and acoustic clarity of the previous chords, replaced instead by reverberating notes carrying electrifying sound.

No sooner than the moment when she finished the song, Ameiko bolts up from her seat, her hands deftly returning the instrument to its stand beside the chair. She runs forwards, almost tumbling into the arms of a ruggedly handsome brown haired man with a neatly trimmed short boxed beard. “Sandru! When the devil did you get in town?”

“Just this morning. It’s good to see you Ameiko, you haven’t changed one bit… well maybe except for the inn owner part. You sure you ain’t just hanging out cause you’re bored?” The broad shouldered Sandru wrapped his arms around the considerably smaller Tian woman in an embrace, even as he took a proverbial jab at her new career choice. The two lingered there for the tiniest moment longer than some might consider platonically friendly, before pushing one another away.

As they did, Ameiko returned a cutting observation of her own, ”You reek of sweaty horses and crusty dirt Sandru. Go bathe for Shelyn’s sake.”

Ameiko took a brief moment to take another long drink of coffee, inhaling first the nose of the lightly roasted brew of beans. Then, dipping her fingers into a pouch at the side of her belt, she mumbles something incomprehensible under her breath, “ንፈስ ድም”

Then, as she dives full-tilt into her next number, the quality of the sound is completely different, as though even the instrument itself has somehow been magically transformed. Gone is the calm and acoustic clarity of the previous chords, replaced instead by reverberating notes carrying electrifying sound.

No sooner than the moment when she finished the song, Ameiko bolts up from her seat, her hands deftly returning the instrument to its stand beside the chair. She runs forwards, almost tumbling into the arms of a ruggedly handsome brown haired man with a neatly trimmed short boxed beard. “Sandru! When the devil did you get in town?”

“Just this morning. It’s good to see you Ameiko, you haven’t changed one bit… well maybe except for the inn owner part. You sure you ain’t just hanging out cause you’re bored?” The broad shouldered Sandru wrapped his arms around the considerably smaller Tian woman in an embrace, even as he took a proverbial jab at her new career choice. The two lingered there for the tiniest moment longer than some might consider platonically friendly, before pushing one another away.

As they did, Ameiko returned a cutting observation of her own, ”You reek of sweaty horses and mud Sandru. Go bathe for Shelyn’s sake.”

Ameiko took a brief moment to take another long drink of coffee, inhaling first the nose of the lightly roasted brew of beans. Then, dipping her fingers into a pouch at the side of her belt, she mumbles something incomprehensible under her breath, “ንፈስ ድም”

Then, as she dives full-tilt into her next number, the quality of the sound is completely different, as though even the instrument itself has somehow been magically transformed. Gone is the calm and acoustic clarity of the previous chords, replaced instead by reverberating notes carrying electrifying sound.

No sooner than the moment when she finished the song, Ameiko bolts up from her seat, her hands deftly returning the instrument to its stand beside the chair. She runs forwards, almost tumbling into the arms of a ruggedly handsome brown haired man with a neatly trimmed short boxed beard. “Sandru! When the devil did you get in town?”

“Just this morning. It’s good to see you Ameiko, you haven’t changed one bit… well maybe except for the inn owner part. You sure you ain’t just hanging out cause you’re bored?” The broad shouldered Sandru wrapped his arms around the considerably smaller Tian woman in an embrace, even as he took a proverbial jab at her new career choice. The two lingered there for the tiniest moment longer than some might consider platonically friendly, before pushing one another away.

As they did, Ameiko returned a cutting observation of her own, ”You reek of sweaty horses and dirt Sandru. Go bathe for Shelyn’s sake.”

Ameiko took a brief moment to take another long drink of coffee, inhaling first the nose of the lightly roasted brew of beans. Then, dipping her fingers into a pouch at the side of her belt, she mumbles something incomprehensible under her breath, “ንፈስ ድም”

Then, as she dives full-tilt into her next number, the quality of the sound is completely different, as though even the instrument itself has somehow been magically transformed. Gone is the calm and acoustic clarity of the previous chords, replaced instead by reverberating notes carrying electrifying sound.

No sooner than the moment when she finished the song, Ameiko bolts up from her seat, her hands deftly returning the instrument to its stand beside the chair. She runs forwards, almost tumbling into the arms of a ruggedly handsome brown haired man with a neatly trimmed short boxed beard. “Sandru! When the devil did you get in town?”

“Just this morning. It’s good to see you Ameiko, you haven’t changed one bit… well maybe except for the inn owner part. You sure you ain’t just hanging out cause you’re bored?” The broad shouldered Sandru wrapped his arms around the considerably smaller Tian woman in an embrace, even as he took a proverbial jab at her new career choice. The two lingered there for the tiniest moment longer than some might consider platonically friendly, before pushing one another away.

As they did, Ameiko returned a cutting observation of her own, ”You reek of horses and dirt Sandru. Go bathe for Shelyn’s sake.”

Ameiko took a brief moment to take another long drink of coffee, inhaling first the nose of the lightly roasted brew of beans. Then, dipping her fingers into a pouch at the side of her belt, she mumbles something incomprehensible under her breath, “ንፈስ ድም”

Then, as she dives full-tilt into her next number, the quality of the sound is completely different, as though even the instrument itself has somehow been magically transformed. Gone is the calm and acoustic clarity of the previous chords, replaced instead by reverberating notes carrying electrifying sound.

No sooner than the moment when she finished the song, Ameiko bolts up from her seat, her hands deftly returning the instrument to its stand beside the chair. She runs forwards, almost tumbling into the arms of a ruggedly handsome brown haired man with a neatly trimmed short boxed beard. “Sandru! When the devil did you get in town?”

“Just this morning. It’s good to see you Ameiko, you haven’t changed one bit… well maybe except for the inn owner part. You sure you ain’t just hanging out cause you’re bored?” The broad shouldered Sandru wrapped his arms around the considerably smaller Tian woman in an embrace, even as he took a proverbial jab at her new career choice. The two lingered there for the tiniest moment longer than some might consider platonically friendly, before pushing one another away.

As they did, Ameiko returned a cutting observation of her own, ”You stink of horses and dirt Sandru. Go bathe yourself.”

Ameiko took a brief moment to take another long drink of coffee, inhaling first the nose of the lightly roasted brew of beans. Then, dipping her fingers into a pouch at the side of her belt, she mumbles something incomprehensible under her breath, “ንፈስ ድም”

Then, as she dives full-tilt into her next number, the quality of the sound is completely different, as though even the instrument itself has somehow been magically transformed. Gone is the calm and acoustic clarity of the previous chords, replaced instead by reverberating notes carrying electrifying sound.

No sooner than the moment when she finished the song, Ameiko bolts up from her seat, her hands deftly returning the instrument to its stand beside the chair. She runs forwards, almost tumbling into the arms of a ruggedly handsome brown haired man with a neatly trimmed short boxed beard. “Sandru! When the devil did you get in town?”

“Just this morning. It’s good to see you Ameiko, you haven’t changed one bit… well maybe except for the inn owner part. You sure you ain’t just hanging out cause you’re bored?” The broad shouldered Sandru wrapped his arms around the considerably smaller Tian woman in an embrace, even as he took a proverbial jab at her new career choice. The two lingered there for the tiniest moment longer than some might consider platonically friendly, before pushing one another away.

As they did, Ameiko returned with a cutting observation of her own, ”You stink of horses and dirt Sandru. Go bathe yourself.”

Ameiko took a brief moment to take another long drink of coffee, inhaling first the nose of the lightly roasted brew of beans. Then, dipping her fingers into a pouch at the side of her belt, she mumbles something incomprehensible under her breath, “ንፈስ ድም”

Then, as she dives full-tilt into her next number, the quality of the sound is completely different, as though even the instrument itself has somehow been magically transformed. Gone is the calm and acoustic clarity of the previous chords, replaced instead by reverberating notes carrying electrifying sound.

No sooner than the moment when she finished the song, Ameiko bolts up from her seat, her hands deftly returning the instrument to its stand beside the chair. She runs forwards, almost tumbling into the arms of a ruggedly handsome brown haired man with a neatly trimmed short boxed beard. “Sandru! When the devil did you get in town?”

“Just this morning. It’s good to see you Ameiko, you haven’t changed one bit… well maybe except for the inn owner part. You sure you ain’t just hanging out cause you’re bored?” The broad shouldered Sandru wrapped his arms around the considerably smaller Tian woman in an embrace, even as he took a proverbial jab at her new career choice. The two lingered there for the tiniest moment longer than some might consider platonically friendly, before pushing one another away.

As they did, Ameiko returned with a cutting observation of her own, ”You stink Sandru. Go bathe yourself.”

Ameiko took a brief moment to take another long drink of coffee, inhaling first the nose of the lightly roasted brew of beans. Then, dipping her fingers into a pouch at the side of her belt, she mumbles something incomprehensible under her breath, “ንፈስ ድም”

Then, as she dives full-tilt into her next number, the quality of the sound is completely different, as though even the instrument itself has somehow been magically transformed. Gone is the calm and acoustic clarity of the previous chords, replaced instead by reverberating notes carrying electrifying sound.

No sooner than the moment when she finished the song, Ameiko bolts up from her seat, her hands deftly returning the instrument to its stand beside the chair. She runs forwards, almost tumbling into the arms of a ruggedly handsome brown haired man with a neatly trimmed short boxed beard. “Sandru! When the devil did you get in town?”

“Just this morning. It’s good to see you Ameiko, you haven’t changed one bit… well maybe except for the inn owner part. You sure you ain’t just hanging out cause you’re bored?” The broad shouldered Sandru wrapped his arms around the considerably smaller Tian woman in an embrace, even as he took a proverbial jab at her new career choice. The two lingered there for the tiniest moment longer than some might consider platonically friendly, before pushing one another away.

As they did, Ameiko returned with a cutting observation of her own, ”You stink Sandru. Go bathe yourself.”

Ameiko took a brief moment to take another long drink of coffee, inhaling first the nose of the lightly roasted brew of beans. Then, dipping her fingers into a pouch at the side of her belt, she mumbles something incomprehensible under her breath, “ንፈስ ድም”

Then, as she dives full-tilt into her next number, the quality of the sound is completely different, as though even the instrument itself has somehow been magically transformed. Gone is the calm and acoustic clarity of the previous chords, replaced instead by reverberating notes carrying electrifying sound.

No sooner than the moment when she finished the song, Ameiko bolts up from her seat, her hands deftly returning the instrument to its stand beside the chair. She runs forwards, almost tumbling into the arms of a ruggedly handsome brown haired man with a neatly trimmed short boxed beard. “Sandru! When the devil did you get in town?”

“Just this morning. It’s good to see you Ameiko, you haven’t changed one bit… well maybe except for the inn owner part. You sure you ain’t just hanging out cause you’re bored?” The broad shouldered Sandru wrapped his arms around the considerably smaller Tian woman in an embrace, even as he took a proverbial jab at her new career choice. The two lingered there for the tiniest moment longer than some might consider platonically friendly, before pushing one another away.

As they did, Ameiko returned with a cutting observation of her own, ”You stink Sandru. Go bathe yourself.”

Ameiko took a brief moment to take another long drink of coffee, inhaling first the nose of the lightly roasted brew of beans. Then, dipping her fingers into a pouch at the side of her belt, she mumbles something incomprehensible under her breath, “ንፈስ ድም”

Then, as she dives full-tilt into her next number, the quality of the sound is completely different, as though even the instrument itself has somehow been magically transformed. Gone is the calm and acoustic clarity of the previous chords, replaced instead by reverberating notes carrying electrifying sound.

No sooner than the moment when she finished the song, Ameiko bolts up from her seat, her hands deftly returning the instrument to its stand beside the chair. She runs forwards, almost tumbling into the arms of a ruggedly handsome brown haired man with a neatly trimmed short boxed beard. “Sandru! When the devil did you get in town?”

“Just this morning. It’s good to see you Ameiko, you haven’t changed one bit… well maybe except for the inn owner part. You sure you ain’t just hanging out cause you’re bored?” The broad shouldered Sandru wrapped his arms around the considerably smaller Tian woman in an embrace, even as he took a proverbial jab at her new career choice. The two lingered there for the tiniest moment longer than some might consider platonically friendly, before pushing one another away.

As they did, Ameiko returned with a cutting observation of her own, ”You stink Sandru. Go bathe yourself.”