Note: I edited the chapter on 20/12/23. Added extra content, fixed grammar issues, and streamlined the story's flow.
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"I'm sorry," Liara whispered for the umpteenth time.
"It's fine," I replied placatingly. "It wasn't your fault. She goaded you on."
I noticed that the she-elf was staring at my wrist. There wasn't anything there for her to feel bad about though because Mistress Ravenloft had given me a high-grade healing potion for my troubles.
Frankly, I would have preferred to sell such an expensive item. Unfortunately, our history teacher wanted me to chug the potion while in her presence, thereby depriving me of the hundreds of sceattas I could've earned from the sale.
Just thinking about losing all that money made me sigh.
"I'm sorry," Liara repeated.
"Seriously, it's not about that…" I grabbed her hand underneath the work table and squeezed it gently. "We're good. Okay?"
