<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Fern slipped into the inn yanking the door shut behind her in annoyance.  Her hazel eyes scanning the room quickly, a quick brush of her hand drawing her auburn shaggy main out of her face.  A quick mischievous grin at the inn keep sends her fairly dancing into the common area as she looks about for other faces she might know.  A light skip later finds her plopping down with an exaggerated grin in the seat nearest Draque.<br/><br/>Terminally cute, as Fern has been described, got her into and out of more trouble than leaves on a tree.  A naturally sweet disposition and golden heart kept her from any serious brushes with the law.  Though more than a few constable types knew of her extra curricular method of finding currency, they also knew most of it went to buy bread for the street kids, the children in worse shape than she.  They tended to look the other way as long as she kept her pilfering to a minimum and didn't piss off the wrong person.  Her talent for finding things, getting into and out of things brought her to the attention of the others.<br/><br/>"So..  We gettin paid for this gig or we gettin ta keep the things whut we find?  I got expenses ya know?  a girl's gotta eat."<br/><br/>Pushing her hair back out of her face in a habitual gesture exposes the tops of very slightly pointed ears, her small but curved build holds clues to her heritage, that it not being from one single race.<br/><br/>