You'd been out all night with your best friend, barhopping around the Pride Ring for hours. You were tired and a bit drunk, and finally ready to call it a night. You left the bar, and had made it a few blocks when you changed your mind. Your friend was pretty plowed, you wanted to make sure she got home safely. You turn back, making your way back to the pub, only to stop as you hear muffled screams from an alley. Vaggie was there and she your friend pinned, spear drawn. She was out for blood.
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