<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/69/03/a3/6903a376ea38438ac5f9b2c493281ce7.jpg)</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 | Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jasper, Closed<br/><hr/>The mornings were always quiet at the Paperbound. Well, most of the time it was quiet here. During that time Merry was supposed to dust the books and shelves, keep the catalogue up to date and stay awake. When her employer was around, she did that, and when he wasn’t… she read about epic adventures of heroes of the past times. They were inspiring. Merry had a strong faith that she would be doing legendary deeds one day too. She would become an amazing sorceress and destroy evil forces! Eventually… Some day… Probably…<br/><br/>In the bookstore was a small corner that was reserved for her and her fortune telling. Merry did astromancy, tarot card reading, visions and moon water reading. The astromancy was most popular, mostly because some parents wanted her to read stars for their newly born child to know what was waiting for the child in the future. Tarot was something young maidens preferred when they wanted to know about their love life. Merry’s own personal favorite method was vision reading. She had a pretty hookah and some special herbs that would grant her ability to see spirits. Or if her customer felt adventurous enough, she allowed them to see the spirit themselves. Moon water reading was something Merry reserved for customers she was especially fond of, meaning they were usually physically attractive to her. It wasn’t entertaining at all to sprinkle the water on greasy fat mounds of an old man who had bathed in the last full moon, but a beautiful nicely shaped lady or a man with defined muscles… well, that was a different thing!<br/><br/>Merry had some customers who came for fortune telling, but all they did was offer her a cup of tea or a glass of wine while they gossiped about relationships of the locals and happenings of Amberdale. Merry appreciated company. It made the quiet store feel lively.<br/><br/>The Vulpi opened her eyes when she heard someone open the door a step inside. It was a green goblin. The little fox had been napping on a window sill, where she had a soft pillow to nap on. She stretched and jumped down before returning to her real form. “How can I help you?” The girl asked with a friendly smile.<br/><br/>The goblin said he was just browsing. Merry tried to inquire what topics he was interested in. The goblin liked fish and sailing. Maybe a bit off for a goblin, but who was she to judge? Yet when Merry brought him books about fishes and sailing, he showed little to no interest in them. Instead he seemed to be intrigued by the appearance of the books. When Merry was on a ladder, reaching high to fetch a book the goblin wanted to take a closer look at, the little fellow left. He really was just browsing, Merry thought… and then she saw the goblin running behind the store window, carrying a huge tome above his head with both hands.<br/><br/>“Hey! You didn’t pay for that! Give it back goblin!” The Vulpi rushed out and shouted after the little thief, who instead of handing her the book like a good person, started running as fast as his little legs could carry him. “Stop! Give it back!” Merry almost bumped on a wheelbarrow loaded with rutabagas when she ran after the thief. The little bookseller sighed in frustration and changed into her fox form. She blinked though the wheelbarrow and ran after the mischief maker.<br/><br/>The book slowed down the cursed goblin, and Merry was closing in. I’m going to bite you for this! Then the ground suddenly disappeared from beneath her little paws. The fox kept running, paddling air like a dog swimming. “What are you…?! Help, help! A kidnapper! Someone is going to kidnap me! Don’t take me to the forest! What are you going to do to me?! I’m not even a real fox!” Well, in a way she was. Now this was something that got her distracted, because she had a real fox form and even her human form was kind of foxy, so was she really a fox? What made a fox fox? “I mean, I’m kind of a fox, but not like a forest foxfox.” Her small voice sounded humanlike, except it was a bit distorted, being higher than her normal voice and it sounded like she was growling in a cute way while speaking.<br/>