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Manron a couple of days ago. How she survived that trip i have no idea.

Just find my character ig

From the window of a room in the seahorse inn, very dark brown eyes observe the spectacled man at his work, a slim smile on her lips, lifting a delicate hand up to adjust the rim of her hood. She follows the man's movements, her eyes eerily unblinking, before she opens her mouth slightly, the tip of...

'Stay away from the rail lady. Dont want ye drownin' aye?' The elfess, her form swathed in a long, hooded cloak, seemed not to notice the gynkesian, pale, delicately formed hands resting on the discoloured wooden rail, drops of water flying up and flecking her white skin. Then, she inclined her head...