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Thieving Weapons Dealer In the dimly lit pub, Zoraya waited in an alcove, with her boots propped up on the vacant chair opposite her own. Weapons and travel gear crowded the chairs around her, but she merely sat there, picking her nails with a dagger and minding her companions’ possessions with mild interest. The elven thief’s attention piqued when the gentleman she’d been expecting, had finally arrived. Kicking out the chair and lazily turning to prop her feet on a tattered rucksack, she gave a sly smile. “You must be Wen,” Zoraya smirked, sliding the dagger back into its sheath and tossing carelessly onto the table. Naturally, iThieving Weapons Dealer by ~myKaleido
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