Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150518062512/@comment-5583506-20150521222809

Najiima's gaze wandered around the inn as she waited for her drink, avoiding any eye contact to the best of her abilities. Somehow it felt like if someone was after her. Whoever had given her all the scars and the blow to the back of her head, had surely intended for her to die, otherwise he or she wouldn't have dumped her in a crate and left her to die.