[IC] In the streets of Faerundale [Medieval Kingdom]

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The streets of Faerundale are busy, carts going by, peasants walk to and fro doing their daily routines. The occasional noble passes as well, guards stay by their posts and children run amock and cause trouble as they please, with their mothers chasing after. It's a normal, casual life in the city, the royals live in their castle, the peasants in their little wooden houses. The tavern is almost always busy, guests going in and out at all hours of the day. Anything could happen, day or night, and we must all be ready for it..

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Season: Mid-Summer, Day
Weather: Pretty hot, but not scalding, barely any clouds in the sky, the sun is high and the lands are calm.

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Outside the kingdom's tavern, The Arrunian Inn, people walk about doing their daily business. The bustle of voices, the sound of mugs on tables and men laughing, all come from the busied tavern, many a stranger talking within. One or two men lean on the walls outside the tavern, waiting for their drink to fade before they return to their wives.

Out in the street, near the lower-class market stalls that litter the streets, a small child carrying a simple cloth pouch tied shut with a piece of string is wandering on her own. No shoes on her feet, and her pretty blonde hair dangling dangerously, just above the ground. Her big blue eyes see the world in wonder, as she wanders about studying the faces of the strangers that pass by. It's obvious there's something amiss, her little white dress drags on the ground a bit, it's obviously too big for her. And the dress is stained heavily, her hair is a mess, and there are dirt smudges on her face. Could she be a homeless child? An orphan? What if she's just lost? Whatever the case may be, there are many orphaned children who wander the streets of Faerundale, peasants and nobles alike just pass the child by without a second glance.

THe little girl seems to be smiling, keeping a good hold on her little pouch with both of her tiny hands, she seems happy, wandering the streets with dirty little feet, just watching everything around her as if she might miss something wonderful. What does this child see in a world so full of hatrid..?