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WHO: young!Ashelia, open!
WHAT: After surviving a day or two on the streets, Ashelia is about to give up the ghost.
WHERE: Near the docks!
WHEN: Sunset
Princess Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca had never spent a night away from home. There had been overnight hunting trips, of course, but they were nothing but flights of fancy, and she had always had her guards with her. Times were strange, though. The kerfuffle back home had been more than enough to shake up the tedium of her life. This was a little too much.
The princess hid behind a box at the entrance to an alley. She had barely eaten, had barely drank anything, and things were starting to get a little fuzzy. She felt dirty, having only been able to jump into the sea to wash herself and had even resorted to stealing food from the market place.
There was nothing to do, though, but keep looking. There had to be someone here who would listen to her plight, who she could trust to get her back to Dalmasca. She had considered stealing a ship for herself, but even she knew, brash as she was, that there was no way she could survive on the sea for any amount of time, let alone steer her own boat. So she sat there like a lump, her eyes red and her cheeks puffy from crying.
WHAT: After surviving a day or two on the streets, Ashelia is about to give up the ghost.
WHERE: Near the docks!
WHEN: Sunset
Princess Ashelia B'nargin Dalmasca had never spent a night away from home. There had been overnight hunting trips, of course, but they were nothing but flights of fancy, and she had always had her guards with her. Times were strange, though. The kerfuffle back home had been more than enough to shake up the tedium of her life. This was a little too much.
The princess hid behind a box at the entrance to an alley. She had barely eaten, had barely drank anything, and things were starting to get a little fuzzy. She felt dirty, having only been able to jump into the sea to wash herself and had even resorted to stealing food from the market place.
There was nothing to do, though, but keep looking. There had to be someone here who would listen to her plight, who she could trust to get her back to Dalmasca. She had considered stealing a ship for herself, but even she knew, brash as she was, that there was no way she could survive on the sea for any amount of time, let alone steer her own boat. So she sat there like a lump, her eyes red and her cheeks puffy from crying.