| Subject: Town of Setar [1-19-1249] (open to any class) |
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Nylca
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Date Posted: 20:52:55 01/19/02 Sat
The wind was cold, much colder than it had been a few days ago. Nylca pulled her hide jacket tighter around her, and hunched her shoulders to keep most of the chill out. It was times like these she was glad her brown hair was long. Long and thick. Thick enough, she mused with a smile, to keep her neck and ears warm.
Now, she thought, where was that darned Inn? She could have sworn she'd seen it when she'd first entered two nights ago, but now, she was more lost than ever. With a sigh, and a shake of her head to get the hair out of her mouth, Nylca stood in the center street as horses passed by. Amber eyes flickered across both ways, and she darted to the most inviting side she found.
Finaly, she said with a sigh, there was the Inn! She rushed inside in a flurry of brown hair, leather jacket and a soft blue skirt. She hurried over to the little dinning area and took a seat, hoping this was a good spot to meet people. Perhaps the bar would have been better? She sighed and shook her head, brown locks cascading down her shoulders and into her face. She pushed them out of the way and nodded. The bar would have been better. The only people here, where weery travelers like herself, and she needed strong, rough people. And, she thought riley, drunk people, for only a fool or an immortal went LOOKING for an Undead army!
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