 The Last of Her Kind
Félicie strode confidently up to the counter, wand in hand and a large bag with everything she wanted to put in her vault as a first deposit. She'd looked over her form many times, and was sure she'd gotten everything right, so she glanced around to see if there was an available goblin anywhere around.
"Excusez-moi? I would like to open a new vault for my family, please," she said. It was always hard to project confidence when she was scared, and honestly, goblins intimidated her. She offered a nervous smile and wished fervently that Rory would show up soon from work and take over for her.
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