Khorchi sat at the table in the bar eyeing the bulletin she had read. The woman took her busted looking axe and set it on her lap, as to assure it wouldnt get up and leave. After a few moments Khorchi waved to the barkeep gesturing for something to drink.Â
The small woman with her purple eyes and neat hair save for the scar on her head sat kicking her feet like a child as a mug of juice was brought over.
Khorchi sat and listened to the people around here listening to see if anyone needed help, like Selarion had taught her 'pass it forward'
The small woman with her purple eyes and neat hair save for the scar on her head sat kicking her feet like a child as a mug of juice was brought over.
Khorchi sat and listened to the people around here listening to see if anyone needed help, like Selarion had taught her 'pass it forward'
"These fiends lurk in darkness, slowly drawing near those whose eyes meet theirs."
