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Lorraine
Walking in the dark of the Slums, the kuhna named Lorraine kept her eyes on her surroundings. The last thing she wanted was some drunk or drugged dude coming at her. They were such a pain, and sometimes the confrontation left blood on her clothes. What was she even doing out here, anyway? Oh right. She'd caught wind through one of the few reliable people she knew that her brother had actually managed to make it home tonight. And with his stupid curse, there was no telling whether he might try to track her down or not. Better to spend the night elsewhere.
As for why she chose the slums when she obviously had a distaste for the surroundings; she'd run out of cash and knew the only place to stay a night without money would be here. Sure, she might have to do something else in exchange, but as long as it wasn't a man ordering her around, she had no problem with that. So long as she could find a place anyway.
Shoving her hands in her pockets, Lorraine hunched her shoulders against the chill settling in the night air. Hopefully she'd find someplace to chill soon. No pun intended.