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Seyren drew her oversized coat around her small frame tightly while trudging through the steadily thickening layer of snow gathering on Jaedaxia's streets. It was a cold brightening and for someone who had spent a relatively pampered life in Medonia's soft and warm climate the bitter cold Jaedaxia presented proved to be more than the frail little girl could handle.
It was while the girl decided that she couldn't move anymore when she spotted a mine, clad in a stereotypical monochrome clown-guise doing what mimes did best, which was miming - in an exaggeratedly dramatic sort of way, or at least the performance was like that in her eyes.
"Excuse me sir," she said tried getting the man's attention by waving her hand in front of her weakly. "I'm looking for the employment office and... uhm... I was wondering if you knew where it is located... please?" of course she really wasn't expecting an answer from the mime, they weren't supposed to talk anyway - it was in the job description.
And so she waited, face hopeful that perhaps the mime could at least point her in the proper direction, provided he had no other plans for the young dame.
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