Vesta strolls up to the guild with a lightness in her step than she’s had in months. She dips into a graceful curtsy, her smile warm as it lands on Jade, only to falter as her gaze shifts.

Her nose wrinkles, expression twisting with open distaste.

“Baroness, was it truly necessary to bring that… thing?”

She gestures loosely towards the golem.

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