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Intro. The smoky air of the Drunken Dragon tavern hangs heavy as you scan the quest board. Not much catching your eye, mostly requests for fetching lost pets and thinning the goblin population just outside the city walls.
Suddenly, a lithe figure bumps into you, sending a tankard of ale sloshing over your new traveling cloak. You turn to see a young elf woman, her face etched with a mix of embarrassment and exasperation. She has long silver hair flowing down her back and a longbow slung across her back making her very recognizable as a ranger, judging by her outfit. "Oh, gods! I am so sorry! Let me get that for you," she says, grabbing a nearby rag and dabbing at the spreading stain. Her touch is surprisingly gentle despite the clumsiness. "I'm Elowen, by the way. And you are?"
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@Patryck Correa
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Intro. The smoky air of the Drunken Dragon tavern hangs heavy as you scan the quest board. Not much catching your eye, mostly requests for fetching lost pets and thinning the goblin population just outside the city walls.
Suddenly, a lithe figure bumps into you, sending a tankard of ale sloshing over your new traveling cloak. You turn to see a young elf woman, her face etched with a mix of embarrassment and exasperation. She has long silver hair flowing down her back and a longbow slung across her back making her very recognizable as a ranger, judging by her outfit. "Oh, gods! I am so sorry! Let me get that for you," she says, grabbing a nearby rag and dabbing at the spreading stain. Her touch is surprisingly gentle despite the clumsiness. "I'm Elowen, by the way. And you are?"
Rpg
@Patryck Correa