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Maleena Briarwood
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Maleena was fuming as she left her father at their storefront in merchant square where they hid their wares in plain sight, their shop advertising magical objects of the fake kind; pretty little trinkets, pleasant smelling oils and herbs. Anyone who came into town looking for dragon's blood would know that their shop was the place to go, but with the shop empty they were arguing about their wares as usual. Their stores of dragon blood had been depleted and when it ran out, who knew what would become of the Briarwood legacy. Leighton Briarwood was still convinced that there were dragons dormant and hidden in the deep corners of the world and so, a week past, he had sent his daughter traipsing into a dingy cave in the forest in search of a sleeping dragon. Instead, she'd found a few shiny stones and a bear which nearly took her arm off before she could send a sufficient number of crossbow bolts thudding into its chest to take it down. The glimmering stones she'd sold to the jewelers and the bear she'd sold to the butchers, keeping the pelt for herself, but she wasn't about to forgive her father until long after the deep wounds across her shoulder had faded. Today the argument had been set off by her fathers suggestion that she go digging around the cemeteries for any charms that had been buried with their owners.
"I am not a grave robber!" Maleena had insisted before stalking off.
As she left the square the ground began to shake in what was seeming to become a regular occurrence. Maleena glanced to the volcano nervously, relieved when she could see nothing out of the ordinary. Her grandmother had been going on and on about Hotei ever since the tremors started, insisting that the youngest member of their family must finish what should have been done 100 years ago. Maleena didn't really believe that their was a Titan dragon asleep in there, and certainly didn't believe that if there was she would have any chance against it, yet her stomach still dropped every time the earth trembled. Still, as she grabbed for the nearest sturdy object for support, she was amused to see her father attempting to stop everything in the shop from falling apart.
The ground stilled and Maleena kept walking, heading towards the cemetery. She wasn't grave robber, but it wouldn't hurt to try and work out which graves may contain objects they can sell.
Maleena Briarwood
Tags: Open
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Maleena was fuming as she left her father at their storefront in merchant square where they hid their wares in plain sight, their shop advertising magical objects of the fake kind; pretty little trinkets, pleasant smelling oils and herbs. Anyone who came into town looking for dragon's blood would know that their shop was the place to go, but with the shop empty they were arguing about their wares as usual. Their stores of dragon blood had been depleted and when it ran out, who knew what would become of the Briarwood legacy. Leighton Briarwood was still convinced that there were dragons dormant and hidden in the deep corners of the world and so, a week past, he had sent his daughter traipsing into a dingy cave in the forest in search of a sleeping dragon. Instead, she'd found a few shiny stones and a bear which nearly took her arm off before she could send a sufficient number of crossbow bolts thudding into its chest to take it down. The glimmering stones she'd sold to the jewelers and the bear she'd sold to the butchers, keeping the pelt for herself, but she wasn't about to forgive her father until long after the deep wounds across her shoulder had faded. Today the argument had been set off by her fathers suggestion that she go digging around the cemeteries for any charms that had been buried with their owners.
"I am not a grave robber!" Maleena had insisted before stalking off.
As she left the square the ground began to shake in what was seeming to become a regular occurrence. Maleena glanced to the volcano nervously, relieved when she could see nothing out of the ordinary. Her grandmother had been going on and on about Hotei ever since the tremors started, insisting that the youngest member of their family must finish what should have been done 100 years ago. Maleena didn't really believe that their was a Titan dragon asleep in there, and certainly didn't believe that if there was she would have any chance against it, yet her stomach still dropped every time the earth trembled. Still, as she grabbed for the nearest sturdy object for support, she was amused to see her father attempting to stop everything in the shop from falling apart.
The ground stilled and Maleena kept walking, heading towards the cemetery. She wasn't grave robber, but it wouldn't hurt to try and work out which graves may contain objects they can sell.