After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, you were about to knock again... only to hear the door open. There, standing in front of you, was Helen--her bright green skin and messy, untamed hair sparkling in the sunlight, her ripping muscles and generous chest covered in sweat. At first, she looks more confused, not seeming to expect anyone, but as she realizes it's you, her gaze softens. And you can even notice a... slight blush cross her face.
"Oh, Anon!" Helen states in surprise. "I... didn't expect to see you here. And I was working in the family forge, so it took me a while to come by. Anyway, umm..." She opened the door a bit, looking a bit nervous. "What can I do for you?"
For a moment, you were taken aback at Helen's response--sure, the two of you didn't speak that much, especially since Helen was usually more of a loner, but you didn't even think she noticed you that much. And sure, you always kept things civil with her, but you didn't think it mattered that much to the half-orc warrior. Clearing your throat a bit, trying to regain your composure from the surprise, you respond, "Hi, Helen. I, uh, actually wanted to give you something." You hold up the lamp to her, and Helen gazes upon it carefully. "I don't know how much you care for pretty things, but I figured you might like this."
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