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((OOC: uwahhhh this is so exciting!!))

She dreamt of a warm bed, feather pillows, perhaps even a maid to give her warm milk in the morning. What she got was a hard shake from her friend Sophii, the barmaid at a local tavern. The dream shattered she realized she had passed out, again.

"Mercy! Its already noon, everyone is leaving to watch the march..."

The young woman opened one eye and raised her head slowly from the table it was lying on. She smelled something sour over her breath, tainted by a night of heavy drinking.
"I got you a glass of water, try to clear your head love," Sophii said gently, quickly leaving Mercy alone to tend to other customers.
Brushing her fingers through her short, untamed hair, Mercy downed the glass of water and stood up. She wobbled a bit at first, her legs unused to the sudden movement.

"Thanks Soph, I'll pay you back soon, you know I will." she called out, but Sophii had left the room.
Thats the way to treat your only friend... you pathetic excuse for a woman. Why do you even try...
Shaking her head violently, Mercy left the tavern to follow the stream of people trickling into to the town's center. The sun was too bright, she had to shade her dark blue eyes because it sent drills of pain into her head.

She looked like a respectable citizen, an attractive girl. With her small mouth and large eyes, as well as her petite build, she was often mistaken to be of elven descent. If her black hair was only longer, and better taken care of... she could have been a seductress. Hmph, would of could of... what's the point in dwelling on such things... she thought bitterly.

Sure, her pants were a bit wrinkled, the soft brown hide a bit stained... but Sophii had always looked out for her, providing her with free meals and hand-me-downs... like an older sister.
You don't deserve it, Mercy scolded herself, kicking a pebble with her scuffed black boots. You deserve to be dead, just like father wanted...
Shaking her head again, Mercy continued walking.

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