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|name=Midwife Neesa |
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|status=y |
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|guild=- |
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|race=Gor'Tog |
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|gender=Female |
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|location=Midwife Neesa's Cottage |
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|map=4a |
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|type=shopowner |
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Neesa sells her herb from [[Midwife Neesa's Cottage]] in [[Tiger Clan]]. |
Neesa sells her herb from [[Midwife Neesa's Cottage]] in [[Tiger Clan]]. |
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Neesa, the elderly midwife of the Tiger Clan is so stooped that she looks almost doubled over. Her weathered olive skin is a mass of wrinkles, and her dark, beady eyes focus on you with a penetrating intensity. Her thick, bowed body is garbed in an old orange housedress, covered with a leather apron. Sprigs and branches poke out from the apron's pockets. The old Gor'Tog occasionally cackles to herself, lost in some amusing memory. |
Neesa, the elderly midwife of the Tiger Clan is so stooped that she looks almost doubled over. Her weathered olive skin is a mass of wrinkles, and her dark, beady eyes focus on you with a penetrating intensity. Her thick, bowed body is garbed in an old orange housedress, covered with a leather apron. Sprigs and branches poke out from the apron's pockets. The old Gor'Tog occasionally cackles to herself, lost in some amusing memory. |
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[[Category:Alive]][[Category:Gor'Tog]][[Category:NPCs]][[Category:Shopowner]] |
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Latest revision as of 23:06, 5 April 2009
| Midwife Neesa | |
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| Status: | Alive |
| Race: | Gor'Tog |
| Gender: | Female |
| Location: | Midwife Neesa's Cottage (Ranik Map 4a) |
| Type: | shopowner |
Neesa sells her herb from Midwife Neesa's Cottage in Tiger Clan.
Neesa, the elderly midwife of the Tiger Clan is so stooped that she looks almost doubled over. Her weathered olive skin is a mass of wrinkles, and her dark, beady eyes focus on you with a penetrating intensity. Her thick, bowed body is garbed in an old orange housedress, covered with a leather apron. Sprigs and branches poke out from the apron's pockets. The old Gor'Tog occasionally cackles to herself, lost in some amusing memory.