Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160629224326/@comment-24696651-20160714002029

"I... I never really gave it any thought," Qatari said softly. She never really opened up to anyone before - pirates and rogue mercanry groups were violent and brutish, where the only acceptable emotions were anger and drunken happiness. Something about the way Samedi asked made Qatari want to give him an answer.

"I never knew my mother," she said, reflectively, with a tinge of sadness. "My father was a sailor in the Redguard navy, but after the war he spent most of his time at the bar, drinking away, teaching me how to fight when he was sober.

"I've not been home in eighteen years. I don't really have a home any more. I'm just a wanderer. A pyschopathic, violent, confused wanderer."