New Beginnings
Gemma sat at a corner table, her face hidden behind her drink. Around her the bar was alive with life, people constantly coming and going, worrying about this and that, or merely laughing with old friends over a pint. It made her think of right before the Amor's last move. Yes, they were a nomadic people, often compared to Gypsies and Thieves, but they were one apart of them, unfortunately the rest of the world didn't see it that ways, and often the Amor was forced to move on in order to keep the peace that they promoted.
The Troll Spit had been the most recent stop off for the group and Gemma saw this as a new beginning for her "family".
"Here we go." She said to herself as she thought about what was to come.
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