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[b]//Central Village[/b]
[sub][@Xaltwind][@Rune_Alchemist][/sub]
Wilma, surprisingly hefty as she was, stood no chance against the treasure hunter’s strength and determination, honed over years of mines and trails, a wanderluster’s life lived heartily. Empowered by the child’s delighted shrieks, MacKinnon grit her teeth into a wide-toothed snarl-smile, tightened her guts, and for her final trick, tossed Wilma straight up into the air.

Not that high, mind you. MacKinnon wasn’t that much of a monster. And of course, though even her spring-chicken knees protested at the strain, she caught Wilma on the drop as well, plopping the kiddo safely on the ground while stealthily wiping the sweat off her brow. Face flushed, MacKinnon threw her head back in a hearty laugh.

[b]“How ‘bout that, eh? And that’s with only two-tenths of my full strength!”[/b]

It was only then that she noticed someone else amongst them, and only because the chicken in that someone’s arms clucked in response to her chortling. Blinking twice, the treasure hunter did her best to place a name on the relatively unmemorable face, before simply shrugging. [b]“Guess not! You’re the chicken-hunter, aren’t you? Dunno what a, what, high hen is, but that’s cool! Whatcha want?”[/b]