The scavenger was lost. She wandered through the Lair with her eyes narrowed, gathering her wrappings around her and giving everyone who glanced at her a poisonous and sullen look. Eventually, she flopped down on top of a boulder that didn't seem to belong to anyone in particular. A rib from her belt found its way into her mouth, and soon Manyara was gnawing angrily. If anyone cared to look closely, they might see signs that a few tears had escaped.
Of course, if anyone tried to get that close, she'd probably punch them.
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poke :3