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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6411285" data-attributes="member: 40413">Kepli Stormborn, shaman[section][align=left]http://imageshack.com/a/img537/605/XXWzNf.png[/align]The dockside door opens a crack and a short woman squeezes through.  She waves her hands in the air in the crack. "Go on!  Shoo!  You can't come in here!" She closes the door on what sounds like the shriek of an angry flock of seagulls.  The young woman lets her breath out in a rush and turns to face the crowded common room of the Dunn Wright Inn.  She is short and thin and her skin is a rich brown made darker by exposure to the sun.  Loose curls are piled atop her head, ostensibly to keep them off her neck and therefore keep her cooler.  Full lips and natural beauty draw the eye though those with keen perceptions can see the coarseness of her hands replete with numerous small scars and her wind-chapped cheeks.  These only serve to enhance the aura of vitality about her.  But the most noticeable thing about her are eyes the blue of a clear summer day. The young woman smiles to the room at large and adjusts a fallen curl.  She discovers a white pinfeather in her hair and tucks it behind her ear as if it belongs there.  She leans forward under the weight of a pack as she crosses the room to the bar and an open stool.  At the foot of her stool the woman drops her pack which makes a clatter like a kitchen's worth of pots and pans were stuffed within it. "I would like a beer, please." [/section]</blockquote>

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