Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160623164644/@comment-24696651-20160623184559

Qatari sat near the window of the Iron Scalon, looking out onto the docks, nursing a cup of mead. It was little more than watered down piss - the pub was a place for drunken amatuers to fantasize about women and gold. Unfortunately for her, she was a wanted woman, and her scars would draw too much attention in any other tavern - even here it attracted a few stares. She watched The Jackal's crew walk to the pub with some interest - this might be an oppurtunity to escape town.