Name: Eusme
Age: Early Twenties
Race: Elf
Basic Personality: Rebellious, Bold, Partier, Lives Life.

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Eusme laughed as she ran out of the matchmaker's tent. The matchmaker came out of the tent, face livid. "Get out of here! You're not suited to be anyone's wife!" Eusme shrugged. "Not like I really wanted to get married to any of those losers anyway." The matchmaker picked up a broom and swung at her, she ducked and ran off.

As she moved through the city market she saw many injustices, but unfortunately she could do nothing about most of them. She usually didn't get involved unless someone's life was at stake...or they were mistreating a child. She soon spotted her favorite tavern and a huge grin spread across her face.

As she entered a cheer rose from the evening crowd of regulars. She smiled and bowed a little. She went to the bar and ordered a drink, then turned to the musicians. "Play a tune we can dance to, will ya?" As the music played a few people started to dance drunkenly. She joined them, dancing with a dwarf before some halfling bar wenches pulled her up onto the table and started to dance, quite suggestively, with her.