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Dareen Kahina

Now was the time for drinking. Dareen had been sober for a month, and frankly, that was unacceptable. It has a long walk, her feet were aching and her joints were all stiff. Dareen winced, interlacing her fingers and popping them outward. The scent of a storm was in the air, as well as that tense feeling deep in her chest. The pruulish woman pushed the loose door of the tavern aside and confidentely stepped aside, her dark eyes scanning the room.

The first thing one might notice about Dareen the first time seeing her are the markings on her face. A dark red line-dot patttern runs from her cheekbones, to the space between and above eyebrows down to the tip of her nose. If she wasn't wearing a hood, one would notice the pattern start up again behind her ears and run down the rest of her body, particularly her hands, where the markings grow ever more intricate.

The second thing one might notice is how heavily armed Dareen is. A steel saber adorns her left hip in a leather scabbard. Upon her back is a small-medium sized shield. To the right of the shield is a tight bound quiver full of a dozen or so arrows. And finally, strapped across her chest and hanging off her back is a light wooden bow. She is quite literally, strapped. A walking armory. It seems that she would rather not be that way all the time, however, for as she approached the bar Dareen nimbly slung the bow and quiver off her and rested them against the wooden structure. The woman sat down on a stool next to her bow and arrows. 

"Drink, please." She politely notified the bartender. "Alcohol of some kind, preferably. An ale will do." 

She leaned an elbow on the counter and leaned her back onto it, searching the room. There were a few...interesting looking characters. Dareen was most interested in a nice, secluded table so she could enjoy her drink in peace. Either way, she kept her eyes toward the rest of the room. 

Her goal was to relax. She had been travelling for a month, and walking for five hours straight. Fortunately she travelled light, and had plenty of practice walking long distances. Still, it was no morning stroll from the nearest village to here. What was this town called? Aren? 

Either way, she was planning on staying in town for two nights. This village had little for her in her quest. Whatever was going on, she doubted it effected this place too much. No, Dareen thought to herself. The interesting things were happening further up north, she imagined. Nonetheless, a long journey was good for the spirit.
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