Post by therougedragon on Dec 1, 2011 3:38:19 GMT -5
Tyrnea sits in the bar alone slowly drinking her wine while from under she hooded coat she watches the other scum of this city. She checks that she still has her sword close by, she never has it out of her reach just in case something where to happen, and orders another drink. Again she slowly drinks her next drink as the famliure sund of her closest friend Ilyth rests calmy next to her. This makes Tyrena smile thinking that her life is quite and happy.
Tyrna has just finnshed her 3rd glass of ale as the door to the tavern open and a troop of guards walked in to have a look around.
"Now," Tyrena thinks to herself. "What are you lot doing here?"
Tyrna has just finnshed her 3rd glass of ale as the door to the tavern open and a troop of guards walked in to have a look around.
"Now," Tyrena thinks to herself. "What are you lot doing here?"