[Rosa's lips twitch into a faint mimicry of a smile. She knows from first hand experience what sort of regalia is expected of a queen, although she has chosen to resist such fashions for herself. It seemed so wasteful to squander gil on fine gowns when there was so much in their broken world that needed to be restored.]
I believe I know that sort of style.
And should I find your companions, whom shall I say you are?
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I believe I know that sort of style.
And should I find your companions, whom shall I say you are?