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[center][color=7998CE]Race:[/color] Tiefling
[color=77ADFF]Class: [/color] Ranger
[color=7998CE]Location:[/color] The Bar 
[color=77ADFF]Interactions:[/color] [@Samreaper] Menzai  [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@princess] Phia  [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@FunnyGuy] Wendel  [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@PapaOso] Bastion/Gears  [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color]  [@Apex Sunburn]
[color=7998CE]Mentions:[/color]
[color=77ADFF]Equipment: [/color] 
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[color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] Traveler’s cloak 
[color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] Hidden [url=i.imgur.com/CqhXhFT.jpeg]daggers in boots[/url]
[color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/8Ah0Mon.jpeg]Longbow with etched star markings and quiver[/url] [/hider]
[color=77ADFF]Attire:[/color]
[color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/4KHymg4]Outfit[/url] [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/DJOOLrL]Hair[/url]
[color=7998CE]Gold Balance: [/color] 23
[color=77ADFF]Injuries:[/color] Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number
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Arya watched as the wolf and elf girl joined her once more. She smiled nervously at the wolf. His fur looked fluffy, but she didn’t dare touch it. The elf girl stopped in front of Arya and began to bow. Alarm bells rang off in her head, and her chest tightened. Images of this happening once more in cool, darker places raced through her mind. Stella, noticing her tension, eased her claws into her to ground Arya. She took several deep breaths and listened to her speak. While her words were meant to be comforting, it brought her a sense of dread. [color=77ADFF][i]Not again…[/i][/color]

Despite the tension boiling inside, Arya couldn’t stop the amusement in her eyes. Rocks in his brain and a sour smell in his clothes? A ripple of giggles escaped her and she covered her mouth. The seriousness in her voice caused her to pull it together. [color=77ADFF]”Dear, me, Phia.”[/color] Arya’s voice was gentle and laced with amusement. [color=77ADFF]”Nobody has anything to worry about. You don’t need to apologize. All is well,”[/color] She went to offer her hands to help her up, but the girl rocked on her feet and then lunged for the plate of meat. 

Now her laughter bubbled out of her clearly. Arya covered her face bashfully and glanced at the wolf. [color=77ADFF]”I… Hello, sorry. She made me laugh. I promise I am not laughing at her! Sorry!”[/color]

If an eagle could sigh, Stella managed to do so.

In an effort to be more sociable, Arya gleaned around. There was a tall black haired woman nearby talking to Wendel who left after the red haired girl, a dark elf and his human child, and the warforged nearby. She fidgeted with her hands and addressed the group nearby at large.

[color=77ADFF]”....Nice day we’re having,”[/color] Arya commented and her stomach rumbled once more. She drank her tea in haste, lest someone steal it from her. [color=77ADFF]”Miss.. Miss.. Gears.. Miss gears, can… Can I please order some-food?"[/color] 

Then, her gaze moved to Bastion. She watched him touch his scarf, and sadness seemed to fill his expression. [color=77ADFF]”That’s a lovely scarf, Mr. WarForged. Are you all right?”[/color] [/color]