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Avina Vinderholt

"Go big, go loud, or go back to bed."

The Story

A lady sits across the desk with piles of papers beneath her elbows as she leans over it, "I assure you that my work take precedent over sharing, but if you look over our offers, I suppose I could indulge you with my story~"

Avina grew up just north of the Wall in a quiet settlement, the daughter of a stationed Valkian who always told her, "A Valk should always find a way out of boredom." She took that advice to heart—literally. Life in the borderlands was predictable, slow, and far too small for someone with a restless spirit like hers. A Nua Sidhe with a curious streak and an unshakable hunger for more, she spent her childhood staring past the horizon, wondering what lay beyond the familiar paths of home.

Armed with nothing but a case of cheap wears, a silver tongue, and a head full of wanderlust, Avina finally set her sights on the Southern Reach and the city of Spire—a place where magic hums in the streets, where stories are traded like currency, and where a fast talker with a good eye can carve out a fortune. She believes in magic, in people, in possibilities—and she’s determined to find all three. Whether it’s wealth, adventure, or simply a tale worth telling, she’ll chase it down with a grin on her face, a glint in her eye, and a sales pitch always at the ready.She’s a hustler with charm, a flower or two in her braid, and dreams too big for border towns. Life’s an open market, and Avina Vinderholt intends to make a deal with destiny.

She shrugs and gives a sort of plastered smile, "But it's just a story. Heck, I might have just made it all up," and snatches an order form, "Now as promised~"

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Avina nods, thinking for a moment, "I like Meat. She's carefree and such a nice person, a real lover of life I take it. I wouldn't be too surprised if it takes a while to find her though. She might go by something else now."

A bright smile to the chime of a well liked name, "He's a hard worker. One that I've nothing but respect for. He's a beacon for what those of us who are down the roads of our lives should strive for." She nods. "Call it bias, but he deserves his new title."

A big grin spreads across her face, "A patron and loyal customer of the Bundles Bounty. A real knack for a sword too! He's the kind of person you want on your side. Trust me. I'd know, I sort of owe him a lot." And she raps her fingers against the table a few times idly.

"Falliren was my first order at the Bundle. I'm sure others find him a bit extra, but I think his charm is quite unique." Avina twiddles her thumbs together, "He can have some self control issues, but he's a good person. I just wish more gave him a chance." she stares at the floor, "I wish he'd given himself more chances..."

Avina nods at the mention, “Someone I have a lot to ask of. They’re quite the scholar. They might not express it, but Mendoza is a big softy.” She gives a big grin, “When a book comes out with their name on it, I’ll be selling it at my shop.”

A nod of agreement, "He's quite the talker, each time I see him he's a little more well spoken than the last. He's honey struck whenever he has a point to get across." She tilts her nose up, "A real business man. After my own heart I suppose with how he sells himself and his product. Take a look at his jeweling work, it's lovely." and she presents a piece on her own neck to view the Thrush's Nest. (see Inventory)

"I've seen his work around. Some real artistry comes from that mans hands. I have nothing but the upmost respect for him. I must say I'm a little surprised how readily he offers his smithing services." She crosses her arms, "A real stubborn one that Lucian. But I guess even death can't stop someone like him."

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