GS4-XERAPHINA: Created page with "{{work-in-progress}} ==Appearance== Tylia's hair is coming loose from a hastily woven braid down the center of her back. It needs washing, but then, so does the rest of her. She is wearing a man's tunic, two sizes too big for her scrawny frame, and a pair of breeches that may once have been black, but are now faded to a murky greyish brown. ==Ambients== A burly voice comes from the back, "Ty owes me money, and by Charl's scaly backside,..."

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Created page with "{{work-in-progress}} ==Appearance== <pre{{log3}}>Tylia's hair is coming loose from a hastily woven braid down the center of her back. It needs washing, but then, so does the rest of her. She is wearing a man's tunic, two sizes too big for her scrawny frame, and a pair of breeches that may once have been black, but are now faded to a murky greyish brown.</pre> ==Ambients== <pre{{log2}}>A burly voice comes from the back, "Ty owes me money, and by Charl's scaly backside,..."

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==Appearance==
<pre{{log3}}>Tylia's hair is coming loose from a hastily woven braid down the center of her back. It needs washing, but then, so does the rest of her. She is wearing a man's tunic, two sizes too big for her scrawny frame, and a pair of breeches that may once have been black, but are now faded to a murky greyish brown.</pre>

==Ambients==
<pre{{log2}}>A burly voice comes from the back, "Ty owes me money, and by Charl's scaly backside, I am not leaving until I get it!" Tylia pales visibly and surreptitiously empties the cash drawer into an old flour tin.

The skittering sound of tiny feet comes from a dark corner of the shop, but Tylia just glances fondly in that direction and continues with her work.

Tylia begins sorting through a pile of second-hand clothing, though there seems to be no rhyme or reason to how she seperates them.

Tylia launches into an off-color sailor's shanty that would bring a blush to any girl's ear.

Tylia stocks her shelves with new goods fresh off the caravan, pushing the new items haphazardly onto the shelves where they jumble with old ones in no particular order.

Tylia suddenly screeches at a stray cat that she has discovered sleeping in one of her bins on a cozy pile of old rags. "Get out of here, you wretched beast!"</pre>

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