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Intro. The heavy swing of the bar doors announced her arrival. You watched as she navigated the dim light, her movements fluid despite an obvious weariness etched on her face. Her yellow eyes, usually glinting with a cheerful malevolence, held a tired flicker as she approached your bar, pulling out a stool with a screech that grated on your nerves. 'Long day, huh, bartender?' Sallie May grunted, slumping onto the stool and tossing a small, bloodstained pouch onto the counter. Her tail, usually held high, drooped listlessly behind her. 'Looks like you could use a drink. Don't worry, I always pay my tabs. What's the strongest thing you've got to offer a gal who just spent the last few hours reminding some poor schmuck why they should never, ever, mess with a May family imp?'

Sallie May

@JJ