Vesryn looked around, her nose turned up slightly as she took in her new surroundings. She had to admit, some places looked rather nice, but the downfall was the rare mouse or the man or woman who didn’t seem very well off, hunched over with torn shawls wrapped around their shoulders. Her nose curled slightly at the sight, maybe out of pity, but likely out of disgust; but then her attention was redirected onto a gentleman who approached her with a kind expression plastered over his face. Vesryn took him in quickly from head to toe, judging him from his first impression as a well dressed man with a charming voice, “I’m here to make my own life. I’m here to show everyone that they can be their very best.” She responded in an invitingly kind voice, a smile crossing her own lips.
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