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Subject: Xan sat at a corner table, much of its surface covered with a mess of half-finished sketches and half-hearted poems.

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Xan Keilar (AKA Reilyn)
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Date Posted: 20:04:05 10/21/01 Sun

Sipping idly at her drink, she wrote a few more lines before sighing and setting down her quill. Studying the mess of the table, she sighed again and looked around the room. The tavern was its usual self, the normal customers in their places, drinking and spending their hard-earned silver. Outside, the sun climbed high in the sky, and it made her wonder; if these people were here in the middle of the day, how did they earn their money?

Of course, she couldn't pretend to be much better. She had been in Reve over a month and a half, and still hadn't landed a steady job. Frowning, she picked up her money pouch and opened it, peering inside. It was depressingly empty. Regretfully, she glanced at the bottle of ink she had purchased just this morning. It had been overpriced, and why she couldn't make due with charcoal she did not know.

Biting her lip, Xan eyed her almost-empty wine glass thoughtfully. She weighed the remaining coins in her hand... there was still enough for another drink.

Xan drained her wine, and, humming to herself, waited for a barmaid to pass by.

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OOC: *bliiiiiiinks* okays, Reve="the city" or "the tavern" or "this area"... i was typing something for another RP at the same time.. heh^^;; (NT) Rei- who else?!?! 20:05:55 10/21/01 Sun

*A young fox, about 15 walks in obviously a run away. he sits down and orders a cider. the bartender and surrounding beasts snigger at his choice and he depressedly sips at his cider lost in his own thoughts.* (NT) Kyrralin 10:53:45 10/22/01 Mon

The female looked up as the roor swung open... Xan 19:11:00 10/23/01 Tue