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Post by Red on Apr 5, 2008 9:23:02 GMT -5
Another shift finished for the day and another few hours to burn doing nothing that seems to have a purpose. This would be the life of Max Freer. Or her life now. Max never spoke of her life that she left in Citadel. She didn't need to remember it when she became a clear Von Maur citizen. Her old life had been hectic, confusing, difficult, and illegal. Steering straight now, she was doing something useful with her life unlike her family back there.
Sitting in one of the tables against the wall, she wore dark clothes; black cloak, riding boots, pants, shirt, and gloves. Upon her side rested a sword and some daggers. She was an guard to the kingdom so she was aloud to have her weapons with her, even though she was off duty. A glass sat in front of her that hadn't really been touched except for one or two sips. She came into this Tavern to burn time but that didn't mean that she was going to drink the time away. It was more like think it away. |
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