Racquel
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A tall man leans against a thin, short woman as they stumble
through the streets. The man appears to be intoxicated...probably
firebreather by how awful he looks. The woman is in much better
shape than the man, perhaps she is bringing her husband (or maybe
father) home from the tavern. She is very much shorter than her
companion, and needs to support him with her off hand under his
ribcage. She is also very thin compared to the man and she
struggles to keep him propped up and under control. Her face
seems to anguish against his weight. Her cute nose wrinkles up
with every step and her sky blue eyes show pure determination.
Her soft brown hair reaches shoulder length and is getting caught
up in her companions mouth. Finally, they turn into an alley. She
gently rests him on the ground, pulls the dagger out of his
chest, steals his gold, and walks back out onto the street
whistling innocently.
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