Rose Smythe
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Rose Smythe pushes open the door, stepping inside, releasing a small laugh as she runs her fingers through her short blond hair. Her step slows as she sees other soldiers, but a quirk of the eyebrow is all that remains as her step picks back up and she sits in an empty stool.
Rose Smythe raises an eyebrow once more, watching the remnants of battle between two men, and then turns her gaze back to the room, glancing over the faces of the patrons.
Rose Smythe steps in, taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly.