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A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.

 *I doth blepith*

 *Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*

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A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.

 *I doth blepith*

 *Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*

 *Inn*

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A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.

 *I doth blepith*

 *Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*

 *Inn*

In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying. 

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A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.

 *I doth blepith*

 *Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*

 *Inn*

In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying. 

 She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.

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A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.

 *I doth blepith*

 *Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*

 *Inn*

In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying. 

 She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.

 The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”

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A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.

 *I doth blepith*

 *Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*

 *Inn*

In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying. 

 She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.

 The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”

 She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"

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A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.

 *I doth blepith*

 *Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*

 *Inn*

In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying. 

 She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.

 The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”

 She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"

Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”

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A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.

 *I doth blepith*

 *Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*

 *Inn*

In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying. 

 She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.

 The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”

 She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"

Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”

 She stares at the child, thinking of something, her eyes widening (Med 20 to find out what kind of poison)

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A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.

 *I doth blepith*

 *Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*

 *Inn*

In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying. 

 She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.

 The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”

 She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"

Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”

 She stares at the child, thinking of something, her eyes widening (Med 25 to find out what kind of poison)

 The shivers and coughing of the girl seem to lead her to think this might be a long term poison that makes people sick and eventually kills them. There are a few matching this description. The Ghost’s Blood, Myjak Poison, and Vlerion. Based on the paleness of the girl, she can guess that this is the Ghost’s Blood, which was a liquefied virus that couldn’t spread due to the ghostly ingredients, which takes years to kill but tortures the victim every moment. It is very rare and only used by people who absolutely hate the victim. It comes from a ghost’s blood, almost impossible to get, mixed with a virus of the person’s choosing. 

“I… I’ve made many enemies in my day, but they all wanted to hurt me. Not Liz. I should have thought more…” 

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A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.

 *I doth blepith*

 *Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*

 *Inn*

In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying. 

 She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.

 The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”

 She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"

Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”

 She stares at the child, thinking of something, her eyes widening (Med 25 to find out what kind of poison)

 The shivers and coughing of the girl seem to lead her to think this might be a long term poison that makes people sick and eventually kills them. There are a few matching this description. The Ghost’s Blood, Myjak Poison, and Vlerion. Based on the paleness of the girl, she can guess that this is the Ghost’s Blood, which was a liquefied virus that couldn’t spread due to the ghostly ingredients, which takes years to kill but tortures the victim every moment. It is very rare and only used by people who absolutely hate the victim. It comes from a ghost’s blood, almost impossible to get, mixed with a virus of the person’s choosing. 

“I… I’ve made many enemies in my day, but they all wanted to hurt me. Not Liz. I should have thought more…” 

 *Sry for being confused, but is the child or tiefling saying that?*

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A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.

 *I doth blepith*

 *Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*

 *Inn*

In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying. 

 She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.

 The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”

 She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"

Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”

 She stares at the child, thinking of something, her eyes widening (Med 25 to find out what kind of poison)

 The shivers and coughing of the girl seem to lead her to think this might be a long term poison that makes people sick and eventually kills them. There are a few matching this description. The Ghost’s Blood, Myjak Poison, and Vlerion. Based on the paleness of the girl, she can guess that this is the Ghost’s Blood, which was a liquefied virus that couldn’t spread due to the ghostly ingredients, which takes years to kill but tortures the victim every moment. It is very rare and only used by people who absolutely hate the victim. It comes from a ghost’s blood, almost impossible to get, mixed with a virus of the person’s choosing. 

“I… I’ve made many enemies in my day, but they all wanted to hurt me. Not Liz. I should have thought more…” 

 *Sry for being confused, but is the child or tiefling saying that?*

 *Tiefling, sorry.*

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A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.

 *I doth blepith*

 *Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*

 *Inn*

In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying. 

 She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.

 The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”

 She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"

Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”

 She stares at the child, thinking of something, her eyes widening (Med 25 to find out what kind of poison)

 The shivers and coughing of the girl seem to lead her to think this might be a long term poison that makes people sick and eventually kills them. There are a few matching this description. The Ghost’s Blood, Myjak Poison, and Vlerion. Based on the paleness of the girl, she can guess that this is the Ghost’s Blood, which was a liquefied virus that couldn’t spread due to the ghostly ingredients, which takes years to kill but tortures the victim every moment. It is very rare and only used by people who absolutely hate the victim. It comes from a ghost’s blood, almost impossible to get, mixed with a virus of the person’s choosing. 

“I… I’ve made many enemies in my day, but they all wanted to hurt me. Not Liz. I should have thought more…” 

 *Sry for being confused, but is the child or tiefling saying that?*

 *Tiefling, sorry.*

 *Nah, MB*

"I... am sorry for what has happened. I will try to help you save them."

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A tall woman wearing a dramatic robe, a hardened leather corset, boots with slightly high heels as to mount steeds, holding a rapier and carrying a many deck of cards, her skin alluding to being biracial, her hair down to her lower neck, but above her shoulders in a bob, wearing a slight V-neck, with a sleek spade design on the back, and an assertive face wanders over, all about her makes four thinks obvious to anyone who knows anything about civilization: she started out broke, she now has riches, she has an affinity for the sea, and acts like a leader; she is most likely a pirate leader.

 *I doth blepith*

 *Is she in the forest or outside of the inn or somewhere else?*

 *Inn*

In the corner of the inn, a young child sits in a pile of blankets, coughing. Her skin is pale, lifeless, but she seems to breathing. Leaning over her is a worried looking Tiefling with pinkish skin, curled rams horns, and crimson clothing. He sniffles a bit, not sick, crying. 

 She wanders over to the both of them concerned at the situation on hand. "What has happened to her?" She asks to the tiefling.

 The tiefling frowns. “Sick. Fatal, non contagious.”

 She turns around, looking for anyone in the crowd "Any Clerics 'ERE!?"

Nobody looks up from their drinks. “Might be poison. I’ve been researching illnesses. She’s been like this for a long time. I’ve already talked to all the clerics in this area.”

 She stares at the child, thinking of something, her eyes widening (Med 25 to find out what kind of poison)

 The shivers and coughing of the girl seem to lead her to think this might be a long term poison that makes people sick and eventually kills them. There are a few matching this description. The Ghost’s Blood, Myjak Poison, and Vlerion. Based on the paleness of the girl, she can guess that this is the Ghost’s Blood, which was a liquefied virus that couldn’t spread due to the ghostly ingredients, which takes years to kill but tortures the victim every moment. It is very rare and only used by people who absolutely hate the victim. It comes from a ghost’s blood, almost impossible to get, mixed with a virus of the person’s choosing. 

“I… I’ve made many enemies in my day, but they all wanted to hurt me. Not Liz. I should have thought more…” 

 *Sry for being confused, but is the child or tiefling saying that?*

 *Tiefling, sorry.*

 *Nah, MB*

"I... am sorry for what has happened. I will try to help you save them."

 “Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?” 

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 “Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?” 

 "I do not truly have one; not that I know. I have a title, though."

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 “Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?” 

 "I do not truly have one; not that I know. I have a title, though."

 “Share, please.”

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 “Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?” 

 "I do not truly have one; not that I know. I have a title, though."

 “Share, please.”

 "The Queen of Spades. I typically sail the seas."

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 “Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?” 

 "I do not truly have one; not that I know. I have a title, though."

 “Share, please.”

 "The Queen of Spades. I typically sail the seas."

 “I am Conan. Thief and warlock.”

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 “Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?” 

 "I do not truly have one; not that I know. I have a title, though."

 “Share, please.”

 "The Queen of Spades. I typically sail the seas."

 “I am Conan. Thief and warlock.”

 "I engage in theft as well, but I wouldn't state it to most." She holds our a hand to shake.

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 “Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?” 

 "I do not truly have one; not that I know. I have a title, though."

 “Share, please.”

 "The Queen of Spades. I typically sail the seas."

 “I am Conan. Thief and warlock.”

 "I engage in theft as well, but I wouldn't state it to most." She holds our a hand to shake.

 “It has become a title in recent years.” He takes it, shaking her hand firmly. 

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the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape. 

 A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green. 

 The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin. 

 “Forgive me.” He says grimly. “That chestplate and cloak looks expensive. And nah, I usually don’t introduce myself at all. I’m a beggar, y’see. I ask for money. Sometimes I steal too. You don’t seem worth stealing from.”

 I give you the copper coin saying “I stole the armor. The cloak, its my dad’s.”

 He chuckles. “Keep your money. You need it more than a scrap like me.”

 He says “no I don’t. I have a job as maid in the tavern. Which I should get back to.” I stand up, and say “want to come in with me? I’ll steal you a drink.”