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    1,040

    Name
    Alina Espad'rina
    Age
    20
    Race
    Human (Fallieni)
    Gender
    Female
    Location
    Fallien

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    Alina Espad'rina, the Fallieni dance fighter who had recently traveled to Corone to do battle in the Citadel, mysteriously arrived in Stonevale one bright summer's day. Some might say that she must have arrived by ship, as Scara Brae is after all an island nation. Some would say that she arrived by portal, perhaps provided by the likes of the infamous Demon Hunter Jake Narmolanya. Others might pontificate that her goddess Suravani had somehow seen fit to teleport her there. All in all, it didn't really matter how Alina got to Stonvevale, because anyone who wants bonus rewards is just automatically there. So Alina was in Stonevale, and what was the dancer doing? Why she was dancing of course.

    She stepped side to side in the middle of the town square, flicking her hips with each sashay so that the yellow silks she wore fluttered furiously. They caught the eyes of many a passing man, and some women as well, because despite otherwise being a backwater colony Scara Brae is surprisingly forthcoming in the LGBTQGQNB community. Alina had placed a small box on the cobblestones in front of her, and every third or forth passerby would toss in a handful of coppers or, on occasion, a silver crown. Alina didn't really need the coin - she had enough to support herself for a few weeks or more - but she preferred to stay ahead of her expenses and only use her savings as absolutely necessary. And so she danced and darted, twirled and flicked, and leaped and cartwheeled until a small crowd of onlookers had formed.

    From between sweaty breaths and spinning whirls Alina watched the crowd. There were mostly men, young and old, broad shouldered and slender, wearing pointed hats and non-pointed hats. The women in the crowd were all well-to-do merchants, primping their sifan clothing and curling their luscious hair around fingers as they watched the athletic Fallieni woman perform. At last the dance came to an end and Alina gave a deep curtsy and bow. More coins poured into her box until it overflowed, and then the crowd began to disperse. Soon only a single merchant lady remained. She had green eyes like a cat and long blonde hair that was tied back in an ornate braid. She wore purple and pink sifan, somewhat garishly, a fine brown woolen shawl, and carried a snuff box tied to a chain which dangled from her collar. Periodically she would lift the little bejeweled box to her nose and inhale, as if the dusty smells of Stonevale were an affront to her nostrils.
    Last edited by Breaker; 01-01-2018 at 06:24 PM.

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