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The ale that dripped from her skirt hardly bothered her - she worked on a farm and was [i]rare[/i] that she would be seen not covered in mud. The only thing that bothered her about her situation was the [i]stench[/i] of ale; Sophia [i]despised [/i]drunks, useless men who would always smell of stale vomit and ale, and she would be damned if she'd smell like one.

Strangely enough, though, a rugged man had immediately approached her. [color=f7976a]"Oh, poor girl, come with me and I'll get you cleaned up,"[/color] he spoke, and before she could protest, the man had lifted her into his arms, and was already carrying her toward the stairwell up to the rooms upstairs. "[color=F08080]Hey, wait-![/color]" she wailed, squirming and flailing about. Before she knew it, she was placed on a stool in the middle of a dimly lit room. Of course her mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion, and her eyes filled with fear.

As she started to lift herself to run when he'd turned his back to her, the stranger had turned back toward her, a dry set of clothes in hand. Sophia simply blinked a few times in disbelief, her hands gripping tight to the char that she barely sat on. Even [i]stranger,[/i] the man had wet the towel he'd set for her and started wiping the alcohol from her face and chest - honestly she felt violated, and her face was bright red. She simply sat there shuddering, too shocked to do anything else. [color=f7976a]"You can undress and wipe yourself off on your own right?  or do I have to do that too?"[/color] the man joked, causing Sophia to finally gain the courage to move and speak. The girl flailed, hugging her arms tight around her chest. "[color=F08080]I can handle myself, thank you![/color]" she stammered. She was relieved that the man left, leaving her to clean herself up.

She later returned downstairs, wearing a smaller and [i]much[/i] tighter version of clothes; her own folded over her arms. The girl looked embarassed, and couldn't leave the bar far enough; she avoided the eyes of the people around her, and had accidentally bumped into two elves in the doorway. "[color=F08080]Sorry,[/color]" she quietly said as she ducked under the two taller being's arms and back out into the street. 

She was ripped from her embarrassment by the most [i]soul ripping[/i] scream; it startled her, causing her to jump and drop her sticky clothes. Sophia looked about the street, trying to find the source of the scream. A crowd drew her attention, and cautiously, Sophia approached the crowd, slithering through the bodies to see what had they were all staring at: It was the [i]strangest[/i] looking creature spasming about on the ground. It had skin white as paste, multiple arms and strange red markings - of [i]course[/i] people were terrified. 

Sophia too stared for a moment, before she'd finally become fully aware of the situation - the runes were [i]killing[/i] him. She knew that she couldn't just let that happen, so Sophia only did the moral thing: The girl rushed forward, tucking her arms under the upper two of his, and pulling as hard as she could back toward the entrance of town. The creature was heavy, but it was no different to her chores on the various farms she worked on.

Within a minute, the girl and elvish-looking creature were back outside of town, beyond the magic-blocking barrier. Sophia had to drop the strange-looking man the few inches to the ground, before dropping to the ground herself, panting hard.

"[color=F08080]A-Are you okay? You're not gonna die on me, are you?[/color]" she panted out, her exhausted voice filled with concern. 

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[color=black][i][b][New Bounties Available][/b][/i][/color]

It was never a dull day in The Silver Swan, and Skye often debated if it was a good or bad thing: Sure, it proved entertaining at times, however, it [i]exhausted[/i] the poor woman. The 26-year-old had owned the tavern for 7 years, inheriting it from her late grandfather's will. She stared after the man and girl who had suddenly disappeared upstairs, a brow raised as she wondered if she should go intervene. But before she could leave the back of the bar, the man had returned, immediately clearing her suspicions. 

Skye was snapped back to attention by the bard that had been frequenting her bar for the past few nights; she liked the man who filled her inn with the sweetest sound of music. She had zoned out and had completely missed the entire first half of what he'd said to her, only zoning back in when he'd asked if any new bounties had come in. Unfortunately, Skye didn't have the longest of attention spans, and could sometimes even be viewed as scatter-brained. 

The barmaid ducked under the counter, flicking through a few pages of papers before straightening up with two wanted posters in her hand:

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[i][b]Last Seen:[/b] South-Eastern Wellborough[/i]
[i][b]Reward[/b]: 300gp Dead, 450gp Alive[/i]

The butcher has plagued the South-Eastern slums of Wellborough, currently having killed over 20 citizens and all who have attempted to capture him . This killer has no preference or discrimination when choosing his victims, and will murder and mutilate them in the most [i]barbaric[/i] ways possible, and will leave the skinned and scattered corpse on the steps of their home. 

[i]Suspect is armed and [b]incredibly[/b] dangerous - approach at your own risk![/i]
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[center][i][b]Wanted:[/b] Dead[/i]
[i][b]Last Seen[/b]: Forests between Wellborough and The Lake[/i]
[i][b]Reward[/b]: 180gp[/i]
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Wanted group of bandits, headed by the Northern man, Udengrad: Constant nuisance to the guard and travellers, mugging all passersby of food and supplies. Will often beat weaker victims for sheer entertainment. Suspects are required to be culled. 

[i]Suspects are armed and dangerous, but will not approach anybody who is armed (any more than a dagger or "weak" weapon) themselves.[/i]

[i]Bounty Hunters must present Udengrad's bow to the Captain to obtain the reward.[/i][/center][/hider][/center]

"[color=00BFFF]Take your pick,[/color]" Skye happily cooed as she placed the bounties on the bar in front of the bard, before darting down to the other end of the bar to the Nephlim man. On her travel over, Skye had plucked a crystal bottle of bourbon and a short glass from the shelves behind the bar, stopping before the man and placing the glass on the bar. Before she knew it, the glass bottle was suddenly pulled from her hand by the loud and friendly man; Skye simply opened and closed her hand a few times, as if in disbelief that it had actually happened. 

The boy had poured the Nephlim's drink for him, chivalrous, but Skye still silently pouted as she snatched the bottle back from the boy before extending a dainty hand toward the older man. "[color=00BFFF]That'll be 6 gold pieces,[/color]" she said gently.