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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doghead" data-source="post: 2738486" data-attributes="member: 8243">Minala, girl with tusksMinala watches her new found companions stride across the open space in front of the building and off into the town. They seem confident of their ability to handle anything that comes their way. They seem knowledgable about the world at large. Minala is neither. Her great strength has served her well in the past. But it also brings attention, usually unwanted.  Minala's companions seem unconcerned about the kind of attention they may receive while wandering the streets of the town. Minala is more wary. She has no wish to become the mark of one of the inhabitants of this place.Minala has no wish to stay here in Hopeless. She has no interest in exploring it without some specific purpose. She finds herself a sunny spot by the door and settles down to wait. The stones at her back are warm. Minala is happy.Soon enough she will be noticed. That tends to happen when you are 8 feet tall, strong enough to wrestle bears and possessing tusks. Probably by the street kids that are always to be found in places such as this, if this place is anything like the places Minala has lived. Then the word will get around, and if anyone really wants to find her, they can do so here. Sitting in the sun, the huge stones warming her back. The door to sanctuary close by. For Minala has come to think of this place as a sanctuary already."If there had been a place like this anywhere where I have lived, I think I would have liked to work for them," she says quietly to herself. But in truth, she can't really see them accepting her. "Yes, they would have you. You are beautiful and clever. But I am street trash," she whispers softly.</blockquote>

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