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>“What is your place of origin?”"I hail from hail from a monastary in the East, the Far East."
>Purpose"Have traveled from afar in to this city to devote myself to service to the poor. Where there are cities, there is poverty; I go where I sense I am needed."
>How long"For as long as I am welcome. Should the need for my services expire, I would humbly make my leave."
>Are you an X"Communist? What's that?" The mare seems perplexed at the pony's questions, seemingly not used to being asked so many things at once
"I assure you that needless violence is against my way of life. All life is sacred."
>Longsword, Reformitsen, Hellquil, etc"I don't recognize any of those names."
>Disease/health"I can wholeheartedly declare that I am in condition to serve." She says, puffing out her chest fluff boldly
>Anarchist>Government>Revolution>Violence"... I'm not entirely sure what a 'government' is, but I am more than willing to abide by the customs of this land."
>Something to declareThe cloaked mare smiles warmly beneath her shawl, as she slowly pulls back the tarp of her rickety old cart, using the tip of her gnarly cane.
The tarp falls away to reveal a cart filled mostly with fruits (bananas, leches, oranges, etc). Among the goods like a collection of medicinal herbs, of a rather old-fashioned variety. There appear to be several simple cloth dolls and wooden knick-knocks, pickles, candied fruits and other mundane goods, including a copiuous amount of Chinese medicine balls.
"Medicine, for the children.."
A magical glow gently picks a sealed red envelope (stamp included). On the outside of the package is a note to reveal that the envelope contains a letter of credit: a rather large donation addressed to a poverty center in the city.
"And expenses.. All I can afford to give."