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The way Rosina entered the bar could almost be described as skipping. No one would have taken her for an assassin, easily overlooked as a giggling young girl, Rosina had convinced many people that she couldn't hurt a fly before slicing their throats. Her usual assignments involved her mingling into Royal Courts or befriending the children of noblemen, her innocent features manipulating even the toughest Duke's trust. She often loved watching the betrayal flash through the eyes of her targets as they choked on their blood. The best part was that she would next to never get caught. Her naive and innocent act so perfected that she only had to get teary eyed for people to believe her story of another madman sneaking through the window and killing her targets instead. Of course she had hidden scars which were given to her by other people but some even by herself to make her stories convincing enough.
"Ale please!" She called as she sat herself down at the bar, having just come from an assignment and feeling in the festive mood. Celebration, she told herself. Of course this was possibly the hundredth time that she had killed, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy a drink as much as the next assassin in this tavern. Rosina as often used to being taunted and mocked, but she ignored them with a roll of her eyes or a swift retort in return. Sweet and innocent is how she may look and play, but in a blink of an eye she could have a sharp tongue and a short temper.