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. **************************************************************************