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I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise,
Regardless of others, ever regardful of others,
Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,
Stuff'd with the stuff that is coarse and stuff'd with the stuff

that is fine,

[...]
 

 

 

 

With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums,
I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches
     for conquer'd and slain persons.

Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in
     which they are won.

I beat and pound for the dead,
I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for
     them.

[...]

This is the meal equally set, this the meat for natural hunger,
It is for the wicked just the same as the righteous, I make
     appointments with all,
I will not have a single person slighted or left away,
The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby invited,
The heavy-lipp'd slave is invited, the venerealee is invited;
There shall be no difference between them and the rest.

(no subject)

This story starts off in a Tavern because all stories like this start off in such a place.  A place with candle light, a crackling fire and low voices that occasionally rise and fall in joy or anger.

Usually in these stories there is one lone figure, sitting off in a corner, shrouded in darkness and mystery.  This is where the story diverges a bit.

Because Paladin is not necessarily a solitary creature, she enjoys company, stories, a bit of drink and a whole lot of cards.  It's a casual game the Tiefling is playing now, the patrons of the inn have gotten used to her onyx skin with it's strange blue markings, and her genderless features.  Even have gotten used to her taking all their money on occasion.

Her presence in the inn isn't solely for cards: a little bird whispered in her ear that there was coin to grab for sword work.  Not necessarily what she has become known for, but there's no reason to pass up coin as long as the work is legit.
 

The teal haired Tiefling laughs and tosses her losing hand on to the pile of coins and takes another look around the inn as if her future patron would simply walk in with an aura of looking for hirelings.