From the long dirt road you have been trudging along for the past few days, you spot a village. Yelping with joy, you set off for it in hopes of finding good food and good company. Your prayers are answered, for as soon as you enter the small village you are greeted by friendly faces and directed to the local pub. As you wait for your drink, a young woman approaches you, her tawny brown hair shimmering in the light. At her side, a large border collie stands firm and still - growling a warning to you. The woman grins and tussles the dog's fur affectionately.
"You'll 'ave ta excuse me friend ere... She dun't take well ta strangers..."
She offers a rough hand, toughened by many seasons of hard work.
"Me name's Cwai - yore new 'round 'ere aren't cha?"
You nod and introduce yourself.
"Well tis a pleasure ta meetcha, I 'ope ya stay - there's always somethin' 'appenin' 'round 'ere and we could always use more able bodies. Well I best be going now but I 'ope ta be seein' ya 'round.
Take care mate"
She nods once more before dissmissing herself and making her way to the pub's exit, stopping several times to greet a few comrades on her way. As you sit, alone once more, you wonder about your future...
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