<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"><div style="text-align: center">Lucca turned, a single visible brow arched as she heard someone calling her through a sea of people. There, in the midst of everything, she spotted the gorgeous Cersei weaving through the thick crowd. She had a general idea of what Cersei wanted when she spotted Koh trailing behind her. A smirk traced her lips as she made her way toward the two, her cloak slung over her shoulder with her satchel grasped firmly in her hands.<br/>
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" <b>Cersei.</b> " Lucca mumbled as she peered over her shoulder to the bar she just exited. The man she had knocked unconscious was brought out by two burly looking men. She gave another smirk when assessing the damage she had done, mainly the amount of blood that continued to drain from the drunk's nose.​</div></span>