A 6'0 white dragonborn walks in and sits over at the bar. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
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A 6'0 white dragonborn walks in and sits over at the bar. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
A 6'0 white dragonborn walks in and sits over at the bar. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
* I have a Tabaxi I wanna try. BRB*
*Can't wait. :3*
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A 6'0 white dragonborn walks in and sits over at the bar. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
A human with a journal sitting in front of him watches the dragonborn with intrest.
A 6'0 white dragonborn walks in and sits over at the bar. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
A human with a journal sitting in front of him watches the dragonborn with intrest.
She simply orders a cup of water. When she gets it, she raises it up to her mouth and blows, making a small cloud as if the air was cold, and the water seems to get very cold before she drinks it.
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A 6'0 white dragonborn walks in and sits over at the bar. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
A human with a journal sitting in front of him watches the dragonborn with intrest.
She simply orders a cup of water. When she gets it, she raises it up to her mouth and blows, making a small cloud as if the air was cold, and the water seems to get very cold before she drinks it.
A 6'0 white dragonborn walks in and sits over at the bar. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
A human with a journal sitting in front of him watches the dragonborn with intrest.
She simply orders a cup of water. When she gets it, she raises it up to her mouth and blows, making a small cloud as if the air was cold, and the water seems to get very cold before she drinks it.
The human documents this.
After drinking her water, she picks her head up and scans the tavern room.
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The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
A 6'0 white dragonborn walks in and sits over at the bar. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
A human with a journal sitting in front of him watches the dragonborn with intrest.
She simply orders a cup of water. When she gets it, she raises it up to her mouth and blows, making a small cloud as if the air was cold, and the water seems to get very cold before she drinks it.
The human documents this.
After drinking her water, she picks her head up and scans the tavern room.
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A 6'0 white dragonborn walks in and sits over at the bar. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
A human with a journal sitting in front of him watches the dragonborn with intrest.
She simply orders a cup of water. When she gets it, she raises it up to her mouth and blows, making a small cloud as if the air was cold, and the water seems to get very cold before she drinks it.
The human documents this.
After drinking her water, she picks her head up and scans the tavern room.
The human blushes slightly and acts busy
Her gaze passes over him and instead locks onto the new tabaxi.
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The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
A 6'0 white dragonborn walks in and sits over at the bar. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
A human with a journal sitting in front of him watches the dragonborn with intrest.
She simply orders a cup of water. When she gets it, she raises it up to her mouth and blows, making a small cloud as if the air was cold, and the water seems to get very cold before she drinks it.
The human documents this.
After drinking her water, she picks her head up and scans the tavern room.
The human blushes slightly and acts busy
Her gaze passes over him and instead locks onto the new tabaxi.
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
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The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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A 6'0 white dragonborn walks in and sits over at the bar. She's quite skinny, which is obvious due to her form-fitting chain mail apparel, as well as a long fur coat. She has a few rings on one hand, and a necklace that hugs her throat closely. Hanging on her thigh is two hand axes, both of which are connected by a chain.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Well you know me." Theren says with a shaky smile. He winces in pain and clenches his right fist.
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* I have a Tabaxi I wanna try. BRB*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Can't wait. :3*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
A human with a journal sitting in front of him watches the dragonborn with intrest.
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"What happened?" She asked and looked him over
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She simply orders a cup of water. When she gets it, she raises it up to her mouth and blows, making a small cloud as if the air was cold, and the water seems to get very cold before she drinks it.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Therens right hand has a cloth wrapped around it. "N-nothing..."
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The human documents this.
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After drinking her water, she picks her head up and scans the tavern room.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The door swings open as a 5'7 Tabaxi walks in. They have marmalade-ginger fur with interesting markings like that of a tiger but not black in color but white stripes. They have beautiful sky blue eyes that shimmer with curiosity. Their big ears that are tufted with white fur twitch around, listening to everything around them. Their short, nub-like tail flicks about excitedly.
They wear a white shirt, A brown leather vest with thousands of pockets, brown shorts, gold earrings clipped in each ear, A sky blue scarf tied around their waist, A banjo strapped around their shoulder, and a pair of gold-framed goggles perched on their noggin.
They stroll in and immediately plop themselves down in a chair and start plucking the banjo.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The human blushes slightly and acts busy
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The noise of the banjo instantly attracts the gaze of the white dragonborn.
*Oh, he sounds like fun.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Her gaze passes over him and instead locks onto the new tabaxi.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
They start plucking a funky tune that fills the room. Their paws tap a bit as the hey start picking up the tune happily.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The human writes in his journal rather quickly
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She listens for a bit before walking over and taking a seat at the tabaxi's table.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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The tabaxi looks over and chuckles "Hello there!!" He says with a grin, his ears flick around a bit as if to wave.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Salut, banjo cat."
*Completely random detail I decided, she has a french accent.*
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"How are ya?" He said and set his banjo down beside him. He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a fist-sized ball of yarn that he begins to mess with.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘