Wandering trader D&D figurine: an old bipedal dog, upright with mangy fur, a distended belly, and two sagging double chins framing a jowly, wrinkled face. Her cloak, tattered and stained, barely hides nine drooping nipples, hinting at something unsettling beneath. Sharp eyes glint with secrets, and one ear is torn from some long-forgotten scuffle. Trinkets and pouches hang from her belt, full of strange goods and whispered deals. A crooked lantern or staff made of bone and brass rests in her paw. There’s something off—could she be a skinwalker? Her smile is never quite warm. Is she just a trader, or something far more dangerous? Her age is felt in every fold and sag, but her presence commands wary respect

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