[ she raises her shoulders and proudly walks into the shop. she needs to fume after that incident. she'll be looking around--and apparently they ended up putting her clothes back in here! the nerve! she'll be slipping her clothes back on, her arm carrying a sack of shoes, a few shirts and some spares. it's not Kimlasca, but it will have to do. Looking around, she wonders where the strange man went, and waits at the designated spot. ]
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