12-14-2014, 01:00 AM
A glass face beneath a roan hood offers her own counsel from among the crowd: "Does this throng not realize that yon minstrel-slave boasts the blood of kings in her veins? Any bid lesser than twelve-thousand Talons would be an insult to her present master. How fortunate for this motley that I lack such coin at the moment...."
Tugging her cowl low over where her eyes should be, the Leiran waits for nature to take its course.
Tugging her cowl low over where her eyes should be, the Leiran waits for nature to take its course.
Corella d'Margo, arch-liar
Wyren Caul-of-Amber, alchemist
Tirah Het-Nanu, courtesan
Wyren Caul-of-Amber, alchemist
Tirah Het-Nanu, courtesan