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{{NPC |image=[[file:Alynda Strongarm.png |thumb|Alyndra Strongarm]] |info=Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm cuts a figure that still commands respect, even in her tavern days. |name=Alyndra Strongarm |title=Alyndra 'Iron Thighs' Strongarm and owns the Wicker Goat |alignment=Neutral Good |appearance=Her once-bright red hair is now streaked with silver and pulled back in a practical braid. Age has etched lines on her face, but the sharp glint in her eyes and the broad set of her shoulders betray a woman who hasn't softened much. Scars peek out from under the sleeves of her worn leather jerkin, testaments to battles fought and won. She usually wears sturdy breeches and boots, practicality trumping fashion for this retired warrior. |voice/mannerisms=Alyndra's voice is a well-worn instrument, low and gravelly from years of laughter, shouting orders on the battlefield, and haggling with merchants. There's a hint of a lilt in her speech, a remnant of her younger days spent in the back country. She speaks with a directness that comes from years of barking commands across chaotic battlefields, but there's a warmth in her eyes that softens the edge of her words. She punctuates her speech with occasional snorts of laughter, a reminder of the boisterous fighter she once was. Alyndra has a habit of absentmindedly rubbing a calloused thumb over the hilt of the dagger she keeps strapped to her thigh, a comfort in the unfamiliar quiet of tavern life. }}
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