@roamings
“the inquisition is setting up CAMPS to the northeast if you’ve need of shelter, my friend.” the woman looks CLEARLY capable, if anything appearing far more accustomed to this sort of business than herself, but sidri puts forth the offer nonetheless.
gloved hand, THE hand, prickles faintly and she bites back a brief wince; she’ll never get used to the BLOODY thing. “there’s RIFTS about, i would not care to see you run across any darkspawn. the camps are safer, though in truth you look like you can HANDLE yourself well.”







