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"What the hell's your deal, lady?" the drunk farmer questioned, trying to pull his hand out of the woman's grip, but no matter what he did, he couldn't free his hand. Slowly, he felt her grip on his fist tighten, and his hand started to hurt. Sweat started to run down his face as he looked into the woman's deep blue eyes, but at the same time, she showed no signs of backing off. "If you wish to be free, all you have to do is apologize for your vulgar words and then go home, understand?" the priestess said with a smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes as she tightened her grip even more. The farmer bit his lip, trying to endure the pain, but it wasn't long before he gave in and apologized. Satisfied, the priestess finally let go of the man's fist and he dashed out of the bar, with his friend following closely behind him.