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		<title>Maintenance script: created</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;created&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Drusilla&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; was a tanner who worked in [[Felinium&amp;#039;s Fur Emporium]] in the town of [[River&amp;#039;s Rest]].  &lt;br /&gt;
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Drusilla worked on the second story of Felinium&amp;#039;s Emporium.&lt;br /&gt;
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==Behind the Scenes==&lt;br /&gt;
===Drusilla&amp;#039;s Appearance===&lt;br /&gt;
*Short and wiry, the woman is clearly advanced in years, but moves with a confidence and agility that belie her apparent age.  Her crinkly, greying hair is pulled back in a tight bun, though a few wisps have escaped to frame her square-jawed face in a pale grey halo.  Her hands are particularly remarkable, ever in motion and covered in tough, nut-brown skin that seems nearly as leathery as the countless hides they have tanned.&lt;br /&gt;
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===Idle Scripts===&lt;br /&gt;
*The old woman uses a long stick to prod at some oddly colored hides soaking in one of the smaller vats in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Drusilla sings a snatch of an old folk song as she busies herself among the drying leathers, her voice surprisingly clear and resonant for one so old.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Peering into one of the deep vats, Drusilla squints and mutters something to herself.  She removes a metal pail from a nearby shelf and pours a generous dollop of magenta liquid into the vat.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[category:River&amp;#039;s Rest]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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