Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180414093736/@comment-25828117-20180415014603

"Up next, from the mountains of Northern Hammerfell... B'alma!"

A woman stepped into the Arena. Her dark skin was accentuated with paint. She showed a lot of skin for a contest where armor could help you out. She didn't even wear sandals.

Casually she wandered in, hearing her name being butchered by the locals but she didn't care. Her green eyes locked with Alvoran's and he knew she would be a tough cookie.