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located in The Spicy Jackal, a part of The Valleys of War, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Spicy Jackal

One of the finest Taverns in all of Ebozon! Grab a bit to eat, a swig of beer, and pass out in a cosy candle lit room lined with wooden floor boards.

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Character Portrait: Moonlight Driftwood
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Moonlight sat quietly in the back of the tavern, her face powdered white with caps on her ears, so that she looked human to the casual observer. The Spicy Jackal wasn't stranger to wanderers either, and her hood helped obscure her visage from would be problems that may otherwise recognize her. Jackals... The girl thought to herself Indicative of abandonment... such is the path of the Jackal perhaps...

It wasn't strange the Dark Mother would draw her children to a place of abandonment, it was stranger though, that this place was so lively and full of adventuring folk. Usually the Mother preferred quiet places of solemn reflection. The warm firelit glow of the tavern was taxing on her eyes, and the people's noises grating on her ears. Nevertheless, Her Lady of Blessed Murder called her here for a reason, and she wouldn't leave without moving to that end.

Her glamoured eyes, colored dark brown, glanced about the tavern. Her target wasn't here yet, but they would be soon, in the meantime the girl sipped at her mead. It was sweet, a bit too honeyed for her liking, and weak on the spice, but it was strong and cheap. Hard to come by where she came from, regardless of quality. She savored the honeyed taste on her tongue, while biding her time.

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