Boky
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You don't remember exactly how you entered the homely tavern of The Speckled Feather, or even really...Why - though one things for certain:
The tavern maiden is glowering at you.
In all honesty, perhaps being looked at by a young elven woman is something you fancy. Or, perhaps - you can't stand it for, it's quite obvious she's looking at you with ferocity. Her golden eyes are sparkling with mischief, and that might just rub you the wrong way.
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Her boots clacker on the old wooden floor, creating a steady beat along with her swaying hips as she leans down and takes a clear, good look at you, the raven locks flowing down her rounded face.
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Her lips are red. Not a fiery, pretty red - but the red of blood splattered upon alabaster skin. It's a bit unnerving, or a bit enticing as she opens her mouth to speak to you - pearly white teeth contrasting with the rose petals that make her mouth.
"Are you up for a challenge?"
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Once again her mouth his lopsided, her chest slightly popping out as she sits upon your table and leans - arching her back as if she was a feline.
"One free ale, and perhaps - a bit of gold if you beat me in a battle of wits. Whaddya say?"
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Do you have what it takes to beat a tavern maiden in a battle of wits?
