( Once more, she is bombarded with questions. This time, she does not bat away the fusillade, but stills herself, turning to face the direction of Beitang Moran, indifferent to the call of beggars and the friendly, pacifying hiss of her serpent. )
You ask... too many questions. As if they are owed to you. Who do you think you are ( This cannot be a simple acquaintance, if she is besieged so thoroughly. ) What do you seek here?
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You ask... too many questions. As if they are owed to you. Who do you think you are ( This cannot be a simple acquaintance, if she is besieged so thoroughly. ) What do you seek here?