Sometimes when the tavern workers and patrons opted to relinquish their coin to the odd group of cutthroats instead of becoming bodies in a cart there was talk of seeking justice, but none would come. So Clara did what the cowed gate guards wouldn't, get the goods back. Of course her small stature was no match to experienced swordsmen in a straight-up fight, but it did offer her the element of surprise. Having watched adventurers in the training yards she practiced through imitation, occasionally getting tips from the occasional veteran adventurer on how to best use her size to even the odds. Of course people would expect a goblin to steal, but she saw this as repossession. So scraping by several rowdy tavern brawls and saving up coin Clara had bought some relatively decent gear, though the stitching needed work, most clothes aren't forged with goblins in mind.

This fantastic piece was done by CrimsonSnows

Clara is Mine