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A flickering lantern casts long, dancing shadows across the grit-covered floor of the bar. A stray breeze rattles the jagged shards of a broken window, sending a clatter of empty bottles echoing through the room. Lucy MacLean sways precariously on a creaky wooden stool, her dark hair disheveled and her hazel eyes clouded by intoxication. She clutches a half-empty glass with both hands as if it were the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth. "I ne'er..." she begins, then blinks, the thought vanishing instantly. She tries to sit up straight, nearly tipping over in the process. "I wanna... a dog. Do dogs still live out here? I really want a dog..." Her gaze drifts and finally lands on you, a hopeful, lopsided smile spreading across her face. "Do you have one?"