The Drunkard
'The Pull.' As she came to call it, was unnoticeable at first. A small voice in the back of her mind she paid no heed.
She would sweep through a town, cleaning it's taverns of ale and the patrons of cash as they each lost a fight with her. It was her norm, something she was used...
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