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Kayda turns away from you, and then slowly walks away.
Her two companions, realizing that the conversation is over, quickly rejoin her.
You're left with an empty feeling. One that you're not even sure how to explain to someone else.
That feeling is almost muted. No, overwhelmed by another sensation that threatens to overtake your body.
"Aw kid, You did a good job." Cody pats your head with his tobacco-stained hand once more. "It's a work in progress."
Right, you know that feeling. The feeling of being frustrated with someone.
You are Dorje, and that's just how people know you. Dorje. Your hair is white; minus some tobacco stains. Your experience with girls is lacking.
This whole idea of asking someone who you barely know out was probably a bad idea to begin with. Why did you listen to this guy?
The only reason you sought him out today is to learn a skill that might help with your long-ranged attacks. This man, Cody, while not being personable and even a little irritating. He is very skilled with a weapon that he keeps strapped to his hip.
Truthfully, it frightened you at first. It's loud, smells bad, and makes your teeth chatter every time it fires. Oh, you're also really, really bad with it.
Why can't you just use magic for everything? Funny story, that same girl you just asked out was in trouble not too long ago. You don't really have a weapon that is effective outside of arm's reach. Aside from your fists, which are the only weapons you are skilled with.
If the close call with Kayda is any indication; they're certainly not enough to protect anyone but yourself.
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