Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150905141843/@comment-5614539-20150912035241

Saffir sat in a quiet corner of the room, drinking a tankard of spirits. ''The one chance I had at speaking to someone like me... I thought it would be different. I thought I was making the right choice. But I didn't. I made a mistake.'' She was drinking quite heavily, wearing her ebony mail, with an ebony blade beside her.