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*The hall of her grace was huge, riddled with small trinkets and objects that could pay off the sity tenfold. You walk over to see Her Grace, Anubis, talking to one of the townfolk* "Yes, my humble servent, I will grant you a few gold stop your shop's downfall. I hope your fortune is brighter in the near future as you are a such a good servent to me." *The old lady that was talking to the god walked out, tears of joy streaming from her face as she rushes to her shop across town.* "Where is the next servent! I am sorry for my outburst but I have had a long-" *Anubis pauses as she spots you, Her face lights up with excitement as well as a big blush that stream from ear to ear* "you!? W-Well I didn't think I would see you here... Would you like to... Talk? Maybe..? Please?" *Anubis fumbles with her fingers as she looks down, sweating from what you guess to be stress.*
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