<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/13/b0/a013b094a0140495ea005ecaf8024faa.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meredith ‘Merry’ Nirube (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884702#msg15884702)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Vulpi | Adventuring bookseller<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Streets of Amberdale > Farmlands | Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jasper, Closed<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Wearing a kind of skimpy cute dress with thigh highs. (https://images.anime-pictures.net/b3b/b3b8c185beae393610b3f4f27dccb7a2.jpg?if=ANIME-PICTURES.NET_-_694739-1845x2366-azur+lane-manjuu+%28azur+lane%29-cheshire+%28azur+lane%29-miaoguujuun+qvq-single-long+hair.jpg)<br/><hr/>“Oh. That’s why I haven’t seen you before. You are new in the town. Welcome to Amberdale!” Saying that was almost like a reflex. It was what one was supposed to say to a newcomer. Merry took an evaluating glance at Jasper when he said he would work for free. “You are an adventurer? A lumberjack? A carpenter? A travelling entertainer?” In her little head she made guesses why he had axes with him. “That’s fair. At this point I will take all the help I can get.”<br/><br/>Merry snorted at the meaniefur. “It’s all water under the bridge now! Don’t worry about it. You can make up for it and as long as we get the book back unharmed no one is even going to notice it was gone. Now, hurry! We have wasted enough time! Run…!” Merry understood that she didn’t know his name. “What are you called? I’m Merry” the Vulpi introduced herself as she ran out of the town, still holding Jasper’s hand in hers. She followed a little path, curling between fields, towards a river ahead. From this far she didn’t see the goblin, but if he was running in the field, it was almost impossible to spot him from the middle of crops.<br/><br/>By the river, in the shadow of an old oak tree was the book thief. He was wrapping a thin twine around the book, tightening and tying the twine with several knots. He wasn’t content before the book was tied so it wouldn’t open. The little goblin hopped on top of the book, balancing himself by spearing his hands to sides. He tilted first to right, then to left and finally muttered something. The thief took his bundle and a long stick. He tossed them both on the book before he started with huffing and puffing pushing the book towards the river.<br/>