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Alachel trudges into the tavern hanging her head in sadness. Today had been a travesty. Between the strap on her quiver snapping, making a fifth of her normal daily profit, and then having a cutpurse steal that profit (not to mention a very pretty gem she found on her travels) and then to top it...
Name: Alachel "Ala" Rosegrove
Race: Bosmer/Altmer raised Bosmer
Class: Archer
Gender: Female
Looks: A young elf with average facial features and short blonde hair. Generally dresses in light armor and tends to gravitate towards clothing with the color red on it. Her only truly defining feature...
micha smiled "no worries" she strectes and cracks her knuckles with each crack three atronach show up she sends them all to kill the giants mean while she snaps and points insantly killing one of them with a bolt of lightning
she shakes her head "hircine was obviously rewarding you" she turns his way but is still laying on her stomach "we just need to find him and tell him no thanks" she thinks "hell probably test us first"