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Humble Farmer With a Sword
She had been watching the conversation rather awkwardly- after all, it wasn't really her place to pop in and make suggestions, seeing as she hadn't even really heard too much about what they were up against.
After Detrian's uncle had left, Isabel headed to the doorway of the living room. Leaning against the wall, she crossed her arms, frowning sternly. "Oh, are you?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow. "And where do you plan on going?"
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