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Pink Ribbon Lily
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"It's gonna be a bit of a walk to the Jeep... Don't mind the sheriff, Mr. Verre..."
"Just call me Verremar"
"Right, Verremar... well don't mind him. He doesn't like city folk. I had to go through the same hell, since I was from the city."
"I take "Scaredy" was something that you carried here as luggage from the city?"
"Ehh... it's my old "street name". Y'know, ratlings aren't really that liked by humans, so no one wants to hire you, that breeds ghettos which breeds violence and since you can't trust a human cop to be nice to ratlings... so ghetto makes up its own rules its gangs. And when half of your family is busy trafficking or shooting the other side of the street, you start evaluating your life..."
Woah... didn't expect heavy things like that right out of the bat.
"...I was scared to run drugs, I was scared to engage in gunfights. "Oh look at that "Scaredy", always afraid to run with the 'big boys.". When I was 17 I ran away, joined the police academy and ever since then I tried to make a difference. It wasn't easy you know, and my family disowned me... but you know. Sometimes you're the only one that want to get out of the bottom of the barrel of the shit, while everyone seem to be content living there."
"Well... I can't say I had that problem."
"I'm sure Dragons have their own little hells. We all do."
I'm starting to think that this town is a retreat for misfits. And I seem to fit right in.
"And here. This is the replacement one we have for now."
"It looks splendid! What is the real deal then?"
"More durable, 4 passanger version, this one can only take two. So hop in and I can take you for a tour... not sure if you want to look around the town, go through the forest trail or visit the lake first... Or maybe you have something you wanted to look at?"
Decisions... decisions...
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