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Pushing open the heavy oaken door, a young half-orc, barely into adulthood, awkwardly made her way into the establishment. From her pack stuck out a quarterstaff and a sphere awkwardly bound together in some obvious form of a peace bond, along with various other nick-knacks, including a small statuette of an owlbear made from clay. Although not the most stunning woman to walk into this bar tonight, Roseline had turned her share of heads when walking through the marketplace earlier today.
Rose's thick, wavy brown hair was pulled back into some semblance of a braid, and her golden eyes sparkled with barley controlled excitement. As she gave the room a quick once-over, she fought hard to contain the grin that wanted to appear. After all, how many stories did her Papa tell her that all started in a tavern? Roseline had a slight under-bite, caused by two small tusks that poked out from her lips no matter how hard she tried to cover them. Along her jaw, she had a series of white tattos in the shape of hand prints that popped from her gray skin.
As she shuffled her way to the bar, she made a swishing noise with every step, due to the warm, brown furs she wore. After a few moments of wrestling her pack off and placing it down gingerly on the floor, Rose spoke.
"Excuse me, comrade?" A thick Irrisen accent flowed from her, making her speech pattern choppy, "Could I bother you for a hапиtок, er.. a drink?" She requested from the barkeep, having to stop occasionally to search for the proper term. As she pulled out a small amount of silver and gold, Roseline slid it across the bar, before settling down into a bar stool.