kycin
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Post by kycin on May 28, 2012 9:46:16 GMT -5
"What do you know. Blade's gone blunt."
A young wanderer padded through the lively market of Gwellain, focusing on finding a blacksmith to sharpen her blade, because she was to rely on weapons for self defense in case she found herself in a fight with an opponent. Narrowing her eyes as she made her way in Merchant Market, she ignored unforgiving looks from older males, what was wrong with a female wanderer? She would of liked to ask for someone's advice for a blacksmith, but whenever she would chat with her friends, her mind forgot about that. Flicking her tail, she removed her hood and observed to see if there was any familiar cat she could talk to. Didn't seem like it, and Kycin needed a break from finding a fellow cat to make her blade useful. "If only I had the finest ale to drink." the wanderer grinned, although it was unlikely she would find quality ale away from a pub. Thinking of a pub, where was that queer dancer she enjoyed?
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