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She's down on her luck, her last adventuring party, well to be blunt they stuck their noses where they didn't belong. Merissa is a Healer, but she can't heal her own shattered heart, every one of her team members had been a close friend while Callie had been her first lover. It has been three months since she staggered out of the maze and back to town, now she was down to her last few coins, Merissa didn't even have a place to sleep tonight, unless you counted that rather trashed alley she had woken up in this morning.

Her magic still worked and the Cantrips she had learned at the Academy still kept her clothing and self clean, repaired and presentable, otherwise she would have been thrown out of the Pub months ago. Now though all she wanted was one last drink, a drink that would push her over the edge and into the welcome arms of sleep.

Adventure again? Maybe, if she could remain sober long enough but the image of Callie and Ardell being ripped apart by the Orks and eaten alive still haunted her. What she needed was a healer of the mind, a very powerful healer of the mind. So she walks up to the bar, her empty mug held in her off paw while holding her last coin before her as she stands somewhat unsteadily.

"Please kind sir, may I have one last refill" she asks in the soft voice of hers.

It was the slave market for her by weeks end unless something special occurred.


Artist: Myuinhiding
Character and concept: Lord David R. Dorrycott