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Waiting out the orc’s grandstanding; Neci takes the time it gives to study the woman’s hand completely, catching the small signs she was taught to see on a life line, the intersections of strife or pain, of difficult happenings. When she finally speaks it is in the voice her grandmother passed on to...

Fiery red hair is cast over one shoulder, as her quick hazel eyes assess the elven ladies and lone orc with a moment’s concern. Remembering the man-sized sword a smile turns up her full lips, curving the darkened crescent moon inked upon her cheek. Rhyming words are set in reply as she turns her eye...

Without flinching away from the thrown knife and leaning over to peer down at the stones as they are flung onto the table Neci considers the question a moment, eyes closed for the span of a few heartbeats. Opening her eyes she picks up the first of the black stones, the letter looking to those unfam...

Quick eyes catch the shape and meaning of tattos at wrist and cheek, drawing up the figure to meet her playful gaze with the quiet laughter of her own. Moving on the table she sits upon enough to give room for the partially leaning woman, Neci smiles easily both at jest and honest question. "It...

The silver coin, catching firelight as it flips, lands flat, heads up, in the young womans hand, she grins dropping it into its intended target and shakes a small black bag. "Pick your stones then painted man and ask your question." Offers him the black bag. "Three stones, one questio...

Shadows play across the smiling features of a young woman, standing just inside the doorway, fiery red hair swaying as she shakes her head in silent amusement and laughter at the two men’s exchange. Hazel eyes take in the room with quick flicks, picking out subtle details of interest: a two-handed s...

Thankies Konny-boy nice perspective.