A hooded figure walks from the dock area to the tavern. Almost barging the door open with a shoulder, the hood is lowered to reveal a grouchy looking Caracal Savar'Aving. Large, tufted ears are held flat to deep brown hair and a sour frown mars copper cheeks dotted in black. She removes her mitts and rubs the large sores on her fingers, shaking water and mud off her claws.
She sits at one of the tables and seems to be observing whether or not the kitchen is open while carefully massaging her hands.
"Lousy Murkers." she mutters as she flicks her eyes to and fro.
(a few people might recognize her from her brief visit to discord last month)
She sits at one of the tables and seems to be observing whether or not the kitchen is open while carefully massaging her hands.
"Lousy Murkers." she mutters as she flicks her eyes to and fro.
(a few people might recognize her from her brief visit to discord last month)
Jennifer Wood
Season NPC
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Season NPC
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