Storyboards: Shariana

Shariana was walking through the Great Fair when a HUGE bearded man approached her. She was yanked to a side street of the Arendish sector. The man cackled like a madman and whispered,
'Listen to me Grolim whore... I pay a lot... I pay lot..' the Cherek spat out.
Thinking to herself, she decided not to mutilate the fool. 'Speak out!' Shariana commanded the obviously drunken Brewmaster.
Now slightly scared, the Brewmaster whispered details of the mission.
'Shariana, playing the leading role in this little story should travel to Boktor and find some Drasnian poison salesman in hiding. Torak knows where!'
Our not so heroic grolim wench was feeling lazy, lazy like a WORM. After hanging around in Boktor for a while, she spat on the ground
and stopped the first person she encountered and acted sluttish to get free of charge help in the middle of greedy Drasnian weaklings.
Quickly, she opened few more buttons and exposed her breasts to the edge of popping the twins out. Within a few moments, she was already batting her eyelashes to some poor Drasnian, obviously cracking his heart to pieces!
'What is your name.. handsome..' Shariana murmured to the man.
'My name is Czrel' the young man answered, 'Merchant Czrel', he announced.
'I am lost .. dear Czrel..' Shariana breathed to his ear and continued 'I need to find.. my relative, a poison salesman somehow, but I got lost..
As you might guess, dear reader, at this point things got somewhat easier for Shariana and after a while she was traveling back to where
her adventure had began, once again thinking to herself 'What a great day has this been! I will receive a reward from the Brewmaster! and it
was the young Drasnian Czrel, who paid for what I was after.'
After receiving her reward, few hundred gold coins, she amused herself with thoughts about killing the brewmaster and stealing his money!
Such is the nature of this Grolim wench.

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