Safiya was swift to the borders. On edge. Her shoulder wound still open. She stared at the intruders. Singular Eye boring into them. But she dipped her head.
There was sickness on the air. It wafted from the pup. The leader seemed to also be wounded.
You approach Satriya. What brings you?
She knew what brought them. Or she could wager at least. They needed help. But her goodwill was a little low right this second.
She was on edge still.
There was sickness on the air. It wafted from the pup. The leader seemed to also be wounded.
You approach Satriya. What brings you?
She knew what brought them. Or she could wager at least. They needed help. But her goodwill was a little low right this second.
She was on edge still.
Skill: Guardian
Speaks English, Arabic and Spanish.
