[ An unassuming beggar woman, not nearly as stylish as Jeanne would have hoped, but then again what did she expect. Casting him a scowl, even while shrouded in this glamour magic, she would set off to position herself in a way that that dictated meek. Though such a quality was never in her skillset, or even her vocabulary.
Hobbling towards the crowd, she blended into the landscape, keeping her eyes and ears open, while trying to hard to keep her mouth shut. One wrong move from someone, and this "old hag" might just "accidentally" start burning things down. ]
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Hobbling towards the crowd, she blended into the landscape, keeping her eyes and ears open, while trying to hard to keep her mouth shut. One wrong move from someone, and this "old hag" might just "accidentally" start burning things down. ]