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[center][color=7998CE]Race:[/color] Tiefling
[color=77ADFF]Class: [/color] Ranger
[color=7998CE]Location:[/color] Port Verge: The Seaside Tailor Stall >> Lhazaar Principalities
[color=77ADFF]Interactions:[/color] [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@Oso] Bastion  [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@princess] Phia [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@samreaper] Menzai [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@Lava Alckon] Corin 
[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] 48
[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 Phia emerge from the tailor with wide eyes. Her outfit fit her well and she looked even prettier than before which Arya didn’t think was possible. She smiled and clapped her hands with delight. [color=77ADFF]”Phia, you look absolutely stunning. That outfit looks great on you.”[/color] Arya admired her courage to dress that way. It happened too often that she’d bared more skin than she had been comfortable in captivity. Anyone noticing her exotic markings would not be good. She smiled shyly at her complement on the hat and blushed.

[color=77ADFF]”.... I do, thanks to Bastion. It was really sweet,”[/color] she replied. Arya looked down at Phia. She glanced around the busy market and offered her arm to her. [color=77ADFF]”So you don’t get lost in the crowd.”[/color] 

She looked at Menzai when he spoke to her. His kindness was unshakeable, even despite the tensions with their situation and Minerva Peaches. [color=77ADFF]”You have a nice hat too. It fits nicely and brings out your eyes.”[/color] When he offered to share the meal, she nodded in response. It wasn’t as though her coin purse was overflowing.

Menzai sniffed out the other two and she followed, hopefully with Phia in tow. She slowed to a halt as the scenery before them played out. Minerva had jumped onto the back of an elf, or half-elf; she wasn’t sure, and Meiyu was beside them. What had happened here? Arya freed Phia from her arm and allowed Menzai to pull her towards some food stalls to help her deal with her hunger. The noise, commotion and banter had her nerves ready to bolt at the slightest provocation, but she had to ignore it. She joined Menzia and Phia at the food stalls and glanced at the wolf shifter. [color=77ADFF]”....I don’t know what to do about that situation.”[/color] She kept an eye on the situation in case it blossomed into something more dangerous. She took several deep breaths and began examining the food. [color=77ADFF]”Seems like it’s always something. Does anything appeal to you two? Maybe the others?”[/color]

Arya glanced between the duo, and then the scuffle. It seemed as though they had it handled, and attention was the last thing she wanted to endure. The thought of not being quiet to meet the Pirate Prince had her skin crawling. What if he thought she was marketable, like the others? Her stomach tightened into knots. Was there a way to leave without meeting this Prince? She couldn't abandon her friends... No, she wouldn't. The stress of the situation caused her to bit her lip.[/color]