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A Story... (In Faerun) “Can I get something to eat?”
The portly bartender turned, then looked down at her.
She knew what he'd see despite her efforts... A street urchin or a beggar. She had tried hard to scrub her clothes and herself off this morning, but the last hour before the city had been long and dusty. She shuffled a little, hoping he'd see her shoes... they had set her apart in the last town.
Her stomach grumbled feebly in complaint, having given up on getting real food long ago. She needed to eat. It had been two days... This was her fifth tavern try since entering Silverymoon and she was losing hope.
“Money up front.” he said.
“Your sign...” she said already turning towards the door.
“Yeah? What about my sign?”
She turned, looking at him hopefully. “I
Long summer!Father! Father! Father!
He's not around to bother!
Brother, brother, brother!
You better go get mother!
Sister, sister, sister!
She hit me in the kisser!
Mother! Mother! Mother!
Don't you want to smother...
Me in love! Us in love?
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