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[center][color=7998CE]Race:[/color] Tiefling
[color=77ADFF]Class: [/color] Ranger
[color=7998CE]Location:[/color] The Bar 
[color=77ADFF]Interactions:[/color] [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@FunnyGuy] Wendel
[color=7998CE]Mentions:[/color] [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@Samreaper] Menzai [color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [@princess] Phia
[color=7998CE]Equipment: [/color] 
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[color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] Traveler’s cloak 
[color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] Hidden [url=i.imgur.com/CqhXhFT.jpeg]daggers in boots[/url]
[color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/8Ah0Mon.jpeg]Longbow with etched star markings and quiver[/url] [/hider]
[color=77ADFF]Attire:[/color]
[color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/4KHymg4]Outfit[/url]
[color=D5E3ED]⋆[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/DJOOLrL]Hair[/url]
[color=7998CE]Gold Balance: [/color] 10
[color=77ADFF]Injuries:[/color] Scars on body, old chain marks on wrists, ankles and neck, tattoo on wrist with number
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Arya watched the situation play out–from the wolf defending her, the pink haired half-elf, and the unapologetic dragonborn.  Everything happened fast–[i]too[/i] fast for her to respond or react. Stella’s gaze never left the dragonborn, not until she had relaxed. Instead of shame and guilt for existing, she found her heart warmed by how Menzai and Phia stood up for her. She made a mental note to thank them when she could. For now, she’d address the dwarf speaking to her now. Her eyes met Wendel’s and for a moment, she couldn’t speak. Her instinct told her to recoil, to expect sarcasm, or another insult tucked behind a false smile. There wasn’t any volatility; just warmth – real warmth, like cookies fresh out of the oven. Her gaze softened and her shoulders loosened. Stella stared between Wendel and her, and waited to see how she reacted before jumping to conclusions. 

[color=7998CE]“I…”[/color] Arya faltered, unsure how to accept something so gentle. The past decade was a blur of anything but warmth. It was as if she had been dunked in frigid waters and abruptly had a towel wrapped around her. How did she earn or deserve this kindness? [color=7998CE]“Thank you,” [/color]she finally managed, her voice quiet and careful. [color=7998CE]“Most people… They don’t say things like that. Not to me,” [/color] She gestured to the general vicinity and sighed.

Stella peered at Wendel and nodded with approval. So far, so good. 

She looked back to Wendel. A hesitant smile touched her lips. [color=7998CE]“You have a good heart, Wendel--thank you,” [/color] she added shyly and briefly met his gaze, then looked down. [color=7998CE]“Vrexen sounds like he might be scary. I suppose he'd stand up for himself though."[/color] 

Her fingers brushed the rim of her teacup, which she held in her hands delicately, as if it might shatter. She sipped it carefully, then continued speaking. [color=7998CE]“I’m Ayra, and my eagle companion is Stella,”[/color] She nodded to Stella to inform her companion this was safe. The eagle remained on guard for any other wrongdoers, though she curiously looked at the dwarf. [color=7998CE]“It’s nice to meet you.”[/color] [/color]