Chel digs through the dumpster in the pouring rain of the alleyway, looking for something - anything to eat. She holds still, her elven ears twitch as she listens over the sound of the rainfall. Footsteps. Your footsteps. She scrambles as you approach, grabbing a short length of pipe from inside the dumpster and holding it out like a sword. It wobbles unsteady in her grip. Her chest heaves with every breath. "S-stay back! I'm not afraid to use this!"