Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-24685738-20170609234724

Maia muttered something under her breath about spoiled Bretons, but she did strip down the Legionnaire she had killed, removing him from his armor with a speed that must have been practiced.

She left her knife in the Imperial's eye, figuring that removing it would release more blood, staining the streets. Due to the deftness of her cut, there was minimal blood on her new outfit.

"C'mon, boy." The Forsworn woman said, coldly, stepping out into the streets and heading for the gatehouse.