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[color=fff79a]Time:[/color] Dusk
[color=fff79a]Location:[/color] River Port --> Vivacious Vixens Stall on the Boardwalk --> Back towards Inn by the Sea
[color=fff79a]Interactions:[/color][@Potter] Saoirse [@Tae] Raven 
[color=fff79a]Equipment:[/color][url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/38/c3/d3/38c3d3fcc5b4134227300e07d742416b.png]Outfit visible from Disguise Ring[/url],[url=i.imgur.com/zp0T6mY.png]Armor(Not visible)[/url]; Chest plate is enchanted with Armor of Absorption, Map of Avalia, Water Flask, A bag of elf and demi-human ears and tails, Ama pouch with 2000 amas on hand, Three large red potions, Wayfinder, Hygiene supplies, Rose-scented Perfume, Location Sender, Shower Tube, Transmission Bracelet, Bedroll, Water Purifier,[url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/465770184003551242/863502652029009980/latest.png?width=517&height=669]Axes with returning enchantment,[/url][url=https://cdn141.picsart.com/314855750091211.png?type=webp&to=min&r=640]Her backpack[/url]

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Annya loudly sighed in relief and smiled at her, [color=fff79a]”Saoirse! Thank goodness you picked that one! I was afraid you were going to pick the ugly one.”[/color] She collected the clothing for her and placed it in her arms. If Raven requested an outfit at this point, she also would have purchased it. Turning to the shopkeeper, she narrowed her eyes with a sharp change of mood. Rummaging through a pouch, she grabbed some amas and aggressively tossed them at him. [color=fff79a]”Seventy. Amas. Count them if you want.”[/color] She couldn’t control her annoyance. Being a princess meant many possible suitors were pushed toward you. When she had been young, marriage had been pushed on her with great importance, and having to deal with the untasteful comments of unfavorable suitors was not something Annya enjoyed recalling and she certainly did not want her girls to have to recall more than necessary.

The man glared back at her, hiccuping before boldly telling her,[color=yellow]” You know a nice face will only take you so far with an ugly personality!”[/color]

Was he serious? After the dreadful words he had dared to spew into the air? [color=fff79a]” The nerve...”[/color]Annya rolled her eyes and snapped back at him with little patience, quite impulsively,[color=fff79a]” Your face and personality are both ugly so you must have never moved anywhere in your pathetic life. That’s why you still work here, drinking your misery away and harassing your buyers.”[/color] She whirled away from him rapidly and took Saoirse and Raven’s hands, [color=fff79a]” Let’s go. Saoirse, do you want to go back to the Inn before we go drink so you can change into your new outfit before we go drink?”[/color]

Before they could move very far, the sound of glass shattering all over the wooden boards below them filled the air. When Annya looked over, the shopkeeper stood with a look of fury in his eyes glaring at them. His lip was quivering and his eyes seemed to be almost tearing. He picked up a club from the side of his table.

 [color=fff79a][i]Uh oh. Struck a nerve. Again.[/i][/color]