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I can't Bear it any longer (Solo quest)

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 She had just arrived at the tavern when she heard whispering of trouble at the trading routes. Personally she didn't have any trouble herself, but that might've been because she went through back roads to avoid seeing others until she knew what the town was like. Now, she wasn't afraid of any bears, but they said this one was tall and lumbering with a nose mangled by pink scarring. So she downed her drink and stood. Her tail thudded against the wooden flooring as she stepped away from the stool to amble over to the speaker. Having a tail made her compensate with long and powerful strides. The man introduced himself as Vaddock. He was lean with a short stature; Vaddock explained that he would have taken care of the bear himself but he was merely a merchant. In compensation though, for something she would've done anyway, he offered to fashion a cloak from the bear if she were to bring back the body. So she agreed and began her search for the beast.

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Mongrel swept up dust with every step she took. The moon created an almost ethereal glow as it passed through the sand. Her eyes flitted from every sound as she walked towards the last sighting of the bear. Luckily nobody had been injured, it wouldn't have changed anything of her perspective but she didn't need any of the righteous bounty hunters taking on the low level quest because they thought it would be right. Those kinds were the worst because they always got in the way. It seemed luck was on her side though; and she didn't see anybody as she patrolled the dirt roads near the tavern's town. 

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She didn't come across anything the first night. Instead she ended up camping out up in a tree. Mongrel always preferred sleeping at heights, that way it's more work for an enemy to get to her. Call it paranoid but she stuck to the sensible habit. So she hooked her worn leather bag over a branch and stretched out at the part of the trunk. Her tail dangled parallel to the old dead tree. It wasn't long until she was soundly asleep. She had no reason to be wary because she planned to only stay for a day or two she hadn't brought an excess of jerky. That way if it got stolen by some wild animal she wouldn't loose to much precious food. Salt was expensive after all.

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