Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161004122413/@comment-25073873-20161006012336

Erissa always walked quietly, moving without a sound to her step. Her high collar prevented sand from blowing into her mouth or nostrils, no matter the strength of the winds. She had decided to wear a black mask over her eyes to make sure her eyes didn't get sandblasted.

Erissa was heading towards where she was asked to go. She had been a Breton in High Rock who grew up a little differently, and who had talents others didn't. And so she did jobs nobody would want to do, or could do.

She was hired fo do something, she knew...