About: Trilea 'Tril' Sprysprocket

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The gnome sitting before you has a friendly air, even though she hasn't looked at you or even interacted with you once. Her attention is instead concerned with the several pages of blueprints spread out before her, hanging off of the table, and poking out of the crate next to her feet. Her elbows rest on the only clear places on the desk as she chews her lip, obviously deep in thought. The only distraction to her is her auburn hair, which constantly falls in front of her eyes. With a small exclamation, she scribbles something and looks up, her gaze directed towards the ceiling, her pen tapping against her chin in a mismatched rhythm that would drive any musician insane. Her wide green eyes seem curious and observant. She seems to look through you rather then at you for a moment, and as she

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rdfs:label	Trilea 'Tril' Sprysprocket
rdfs:comment	The gnome sitting before you has a friendly air, even though she hasn't looked at you or even interacted with you once. Her attention is instead concerned with the several pages of blueprints spread out before her, hanging off of the table, and poking out of the crate next to her feet. Her elbows rest on the only clear places on the desk as she chews her lip, obviously deep in thought. The only distraction to her is her auburn hair, which constantly falls in front of her eyes. With a small exclamation, she scribbles something and looks up, her gaze directed towards the ceiling, her pen tapping against her chin in a mismatched rhythm that would drive any musician insane. Her wide green eyes seem curious and observant. She seems to look through you rather then at you for a moment, and as she
dcterms:subject	Alliance Rogue Alliance Rogue Engineer Engineer Gnome Gnome
Row 8 info	Single
Row 4 info	Tinker, teacher, rogue
Row 7 title	Family
Row 1 info	Gnome
Row 8 title	Status:
Row 4 title	Jobs
Row 2 info	Rogue
Row 6 info	52(xsd:integer)
Row 1 title	Race
Row 5 info	Gnomeregan
Row 2 title	Class
Row 6 title	Age
Row 5 title	Birthplace
Row 3 info	House of Grey
Row 3 title	Guild
Row 7 info	Sister to Razzle Sprysprocket, who is working on a project to save leper gnomes.
Box Title	Trilea Sprysprocket: Part-Time Rogue, Full-Time Tinker
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abstract	The gnome sitting before you has a friendly air, even though she hasn't looked at you or even interacted with you once. Her attention is instead concerned with the several pages of blueprints spread out before her, hanging off of the table, and poking out of the crate next to her feet. Her elbows rest on the only clear places on the desk as she chews her lip, obviously deep in thought. The only distraction to her is her auburn hair, which constantly falls in front of her eyes. With a small exclamation, she scribbles something and looks up, her gaze directed towards the ceiling, her pen tapping against her chin in a mismatched rhythm that would drive any musician insane. Her wide green eyes seem curious and observant. She seems to look through you rather then at you for a moment, and as she puts the pen down to eye her blueprints, you notice the backs of her hands. Completely uncharacteristically, the backs of both of her hands bear tattoos. On the left hand she has a tattoo of a wrench, pointing vertically towards her fingers. On the right there are two crossed hammers, the symbol of Gnomeregan. Before you can get a better glimpse, the gnome finally seems to notice you and pushes her blueprints off to the side. They all miraculously land in the crate. She pushes her chair away from the desk and stands up, her height not improving by much. She seems to be nearly as tall as a male gnome, which isn't saying much. Her uniform becomes entirely visible: durable leather pants and gloves, meant for handling tools near forges or anvils. Her boots are also made of leather, and the only luxury she allows herself is a light blue cloth shirt, obviously supposed to be comfortable in the heat of Ironforge. Every single article of clothing has at least one grease stain, giving her an air of wash and wear, so to speak. Attached to her belt are very few items. Her coin purse, which seems rather sadly deflated, as well as an Arclight Spanner. You peer towards it, trying not to seem too conspicious. There's an engraving that reads 'For Tril. From Razzle' in precise lettering. The only other item is a pair of goggles, the lenses tinged a neon green. All together, your average tinker. She makes the distance over to you, her spanner clacking against her waist. She holds out a small hand. "You're the client? Trilea Sprysprocket, tinker, at your service." She smiles.

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