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Merel grunted as Ayla forced a hug on her. Giving an awkward pat on Aylas back she gently pushed her off. "HA! You two are funny! My name is Ayla! and this is my good friend Merel!" Merel pulled her cowl up over her head. "Forced acquaintances...." That J'Dul guy pisses me off. He makes a...

Merel scratched behind her ear and de-fluffed her tail. Looking up at the lion-man and shot him a steely gaze. "I guess you're right....still gross..." Merel shifted her weight to her back leg and crossed her arms in front of her. She examined Ayla and took into account all the things she...

"Contract? Did you say contract? Are you a bounty hunter?" Merel placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head back, looking at Ayla in apathy. "I guess one could say that...." "Merel! I. Love. Hunting! Please! Pretty please take me with you!" Merel let out a sigh as she put her...

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Merel followed Ayla to the storage room. Large chests complete with latches were scattered across the room. Merel Looked down the line of chests and found number 64. She watched silently as Ayla opened the latch and proceeded to gather her things while she chatted with the others. Just because...

Merel watched as the Am Brodian walked away. "It won't take long before the rest of the guard force shows. We need to get our gear and get out fast." Merel quickly stepped out of the cell that they were in, watching as the others hastily ran down the hallway. "Our stuff is most likely labeled...

Merel made quick work or Ayla's shackles. The lock sprung open with a slight pinging noise. "Without our gear, we're sitting ducks." Merel quickly removed the shackles from Aylas's wrists. "Any idea where our gear might be?" @Callidior

Merel was startled awake by Ayla's yelling. "Jeez, Ayla, Keep it down will you? Ugh. My friggin head...." Looking around, Merel noticed the familiar surroundings. The same prison Ayla and her just tried to escape from. "What the...? How did we end up back in this hell hole?! Ayla what did you...

Merel was busy finishing up another pick when she heard a click coming from the lock. "Wait...did you just...?" "Aww shit" "You didn't..." Merel's eyes narrowed. "Sowwy" Letting out a big sigh, she stuck the finished pick into the the lock of the shackles. Using her claw as a torque, she...

Merel was focused on the handle she was carving. Every few strokes of the knife, she held up the handle to the light to check her work. "Basic Pin and tumbler locks. They don't look to have offset keyways so it shouldn't be that hard..." Merel help up the first of the finished picks to the...

Merel looked at Ayla like she just grew a third head. Buying her way out of jail? Usually one is put in jail after all other options of reconciliation have long passed. Merel shifted her gaze down towards Ayla's outstretched hand. What kind of formality is this? Well, at least she's friendly...

Merel sat up and brushed the white fringe out of her face. Leaning back against the prison wall, she held her hands up. Between her hands was a small pocket knife no bigger than 2 or 3 inches. It had ivory inlay with brass rivets holding the handle to the fixed blade. Two letters were inscribed...

Merel braced her back against the wall and stood up. She swished her tail flinging small water droplets against the stone wall. "That's none of your damn business..." Holding her hands above her head, she quickly stepped towards the iron bars, swinging he shackles hard against them. A loud...

Darkness as thick as tar was all that was in front of her. Only a slight glimmer of light coming from a rusty lantern illuminated the room. A voice cut through the shadows.  "Hey. Are ya awake yet?" "...ugh..." Merel could feel the cold stone on her face. The moist air sat heavy in her...

Name: Merel Dragt Age: 25 Appearance:  Race: Lago'ta (Arctic Fox) Height/Weight: 5'11 125 Pounds Gear: Short Sword Black Handled Seax (Knife) Long Hooded Fur Coat Leather Gauntlets Tight fitting chainmail. Bandolier: Throwing Knives Hipsack: Tinderbox...