[color=fff79a][h3]Franca Mintz[/h3][/color]

Seeing a third woman approaching, and especially the sword and dagger at her side, Franca became a bit apprehensive. [color=fff79a]"Oh, uh, yes, I'm new. The name's Franca,"[/color] she said while making a smile happen and putting some levity in her voice. [color=fff79a]"Well hey, even if you won't eat, I hope you won't stop me. If you'll excuse me."[/color] She waved again as she walked off. 

Franca made her way towards the bar and quickly pilfered a roll on a plate before making off for the tables. She wondered whether it was smart for guild members to openly wear arms like that, especially in light of the stories she had heard of Miram's Smiths. In any case, it was Franca's best practice to give the armed and dangerous a wide berth. Experience had so far taught Franca that the ones who strutted around like that were, one, quick to draw, and two, quick to do so because they were either assholes or idiots. When around people like that, someone tended to end up maimed or worse, and that person was as like to be the sword-swinging nut as the person they were swinging at. 

She spotted a woman in black sitting alone at the far end of a table and went to sit down as if she had someone to meet, taking a bite out of the roll as she did. To her surprise it was white and sweet, not like the dark bread she was used to. She wolfed it down in a few quick bites before she remembered the person sitting in front of her.

[color=fff79a]"Oh, sorry about that. Had to get something down. Starving, you know,"[/color] she said while offering a hand. [color=fff79a]"Name's Franca. I just joined the guild the other day."[/color]

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