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[[Opening post! It's pretty long. Everyone can post once until I think its ok to continue on. I still want to wait for some of the reserved characters to get their characters up. I don't want to lead them behind.]]

Chase slipped two coins onto the counter, ordering a cider, one of her favorite drinks. In the corner were three men. Next to her was a scrawny man and sitting in the corner was a gruff looking woman with an equally gruff man, fighting about a donkey. Chase sighed. The three men looked the richest, stealing from them would bear good rewards, but getting away would be a trick, especially in this small tavern. Chase picked up her Cider and took a sip.

Peering back at the men, she noticed one was missing. Being careful to keep her hood down, she glanced around the tavern. Although nobody would mistake her for a guy, her long curly hair easily showed her feminism, if she kept her hood down they wouldn't suspect she was graced.

"Now what's a fine young women like yourself doing in a bar like this?" a voice asked. Whipping around, Chase looked up to find the missing man from the three sitting next to her. Chase kept her eyes down and hood covering them. "What, a girl can't get a drink around here?" She growled, picking up her cider and turning away from him. A small glint near his belt caught her eye. He had a knife.

"Not one so young as yourself, now let me see here," he said, reaching to pull back her hood. But Chase was already reaching up to stop his hand, but her sudden movement caused the hood to fall back a little, just enough for him to see her eyes. "She's Graced!" he bellowed, snatching his hand away from hers. Narrowing her eyes, Chase assessed the situation within a second, then acted.

In one fell move, she leaped up onto the table, and stood herself up with her hands and whipped her feet around, kicking the man in the face. Using her momentum, she launched down from the table in a backhand spring, bringing her feet up to kick him squarely in the chest. As he crumbled to the ground she leapt on top of him and pushed off, leaping into the air and catching hold of a hanging lighted lantern that swung from the ceiling. The two men that had accompanied him were now advancing on either side. As she swung on the lantern, she kicked both legs out into a perfect split, nailing both men in the face.

She needed to get out of here. A place like this wasn't meant for a fight. However, She noticed the finely crafted dagger of the one man and decided it was worth it. Performing a backflip, she landed on the edge of the table he laid on. The table flipped upward, sending the man comically flying through the air. Chase ducked under him as he flew, snatching his dagger from his hands. Marveling at her prize she tucked it into her boot and sprinted out the door, not followed by the two others.

Smiling triumphantly, she pulled the dagger from her boot and inspected it. It was finely crafted from Liend. So what was it doing out here in Murgon City? Chase shrugged and pulled her hood up again, not wanting any more attention at the moment. Disposing of her older dagger, she replaced the new in her boot, proud of her find. However, attacking in the bar was a bad idea. Now the whole town wold catch rumor that there is a Graceling in the city terrorizing taverns. She would never find a place to stay.