She lives wharf-side of The Bottle, in a cramped hole with that moon-eyed monkey brother. Works Ranilo's tavern – her pet, by the kerchief that's never filled with Northman cookies. The lad turns a little money, too, and they get by.
Thrasja walks nightly to work pendant in one hand, dagger in the other against forked over lads. Smart – 'tis crystal clear some would have her, pretty Goldilocks, in some alley. Like that Vale-folk violinist, watching her letter-sharp lately.
Prompt: bottle, wharf, violin, moon, monkey, fork, hole, lock, sheet, pendant, crystal, cookie, letter, money
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