Role

Chapter 3

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As Suluskqva settled into her new life in Galadon, she couldn't
help but notice a peculiar character named Vethi. This charismatic
individual seemed to have taken a keen interest in her, and while
she found his relentless wooing amusing, she wasn't ever going
to reciprocate his affections.

Every morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, Suluskqva would
find herself greeted by an array of roses and trinkets scattered
around her guild's doorstep. The first time it happened, she
chuckled at the sight, wondering who could be so dedicated to
this whimsical endeavor.

Despite her unrequited feelings, Suluskqva couldn't deny that
Vethi's gestures always left a smile on her face. He seemed to
be everywhere, popping out of the shadows at the most unexpected
moments, presenting her with gifts like a court jester determined
to win her favor.

One day, she found a note attached to a particularly extravagant
bouquet of roses. "My dearest Suluskqva, these roses pale in
comparison to your radiant beauty. May they be a fragrant reminder
of my admiration for you." It was signed simply, "Vethi, your
devoted admirer."

Suluskqva couldn't help but laugh at the flamboyant declaration.
She carefully tucked the roses in her girdle, treasuring them
as a keepsake of Vethi's amusing advances, though now they have
become withered and dead.
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