[center] [color=gold][h1]Samantha Trainer[/h1][/color][/center]
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Samantha was taken aback at least she pretended to be putting her hand on her head and nearly falling out covering her face so she could roll her eyes. She didn’t like normal people, for this reason, they liked to talk entirely too much, especially the ones who run stuff, well witches were kind of the same way, but in a more magical way and they were easier to get along with. Leaning back far in her stool nearly falling out, if anyone was paying attention they could see a devilish smile as she had just gotten an idea when the incognito witch sprang back to life and jumped the stool.

 [color=gold]“I am appalled good madam, I come to you as a paying customer from a battlefield and were treated to this customer service?!”[/color] she yelled, another act of hers as she walked backwards dramatically towards the front door stumbling over several misplaced objects  [color=gold]“I didn’t see you out there yelling at the gnomes for driving away business or helping the hunters”[/color] she shouted ‘accidently’ bumping into a random warrior [color=gold] “Oh sorry good sir” [/color]she said patting him on the back picking his pocket and using shadow magic to make it easier emptying the pouch of coin and putting it in another hunter's pocket. 

[color=gold]“If you were actually watching the others instead of me, you’d have caught this man stealing from this fine gentleman right here, I sure saw him when he walked in!”[/color] she yelled snatching the pouch again, this time only in plain view and throwing it on the table, thus starting a fight right then and there in the tavern over literally nothing while Samantha scooting away with the silver in her own pocket. The young witch continued this little song and dance of hers all around the tavern using light and darkness magic in small ways to get away with stealing, then blame it on someone else entirely to start a ruckus any witch with a trained eye could tell what she was doing but to these drunken idiots were none the wiser. [color=gold]“Oh woe is me a helpless girl like me picked on by the tavern owner who can’t even stop common thieves”[/color] she shouted stumbling out the door.

About five seconds later Samantha kicked open the door again and walked herself right back to her original seat at the bar counter, spun herself around a little bit and flung the same amount of coins over the counter and ordered the exact same thing in the more informal rude way she could manage it all with a smug look on her face.