Mari took a deep breath as she entered Shields workshop; she wasn't used to traipsing around safe-zones. The angry gash across her torso and third of her health missing was evidence enough. Mari exhaled again, relieved - knowing she was safe as long as she remained in his shop. Sure, in the past - Mari would have vehemently denied travelling through safe zones. For fear of upsetting others, players and NPCs alike - but after being forced to do so, to slap a certain blue haired boy upside the head - she found herself no longer caring. Was she growing bitter? Or just too damn tired.
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