When two cows ignore each other is it a beef?

Modesty's tail thumped the ground in greeting as Philadelphia approaches and she gestures to the open space beside her, a look of surprise on her face at the offering. This had been intended as an opportunity for commerce, she certainly hadn't expected gifts. Still, she accepts the offered drink gratefully. "Thank you for coming all this way, surely the Armada market is more convenient? We wanted to have a smaller scale offering down this way, for those that don't want to cross the continent, but we are glad to see you all the same."

She was surprised to hear that this was Vidarr's last brewed barrel, she had only met the leader briefly and hadn't heard word of his demise outside of Philadelphia showing up in his stead to Artorias's meeting. "Any trouble with the new neighbours?" She queried casually, not quite sure what to expect to hear from one who lived so close to the Syndicate. For her grandchildren's sake, she hoped the news was promising.

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