Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32736241-20170731232051/@comment-31867938-20170806010839

(Well to ensure that the RP can keep going and not cut off here, I'm going to jump on in and do my best.)

Among the musty air of the tavern, a great many variety of people existed for certain; to match the size of the establishment itself. In a sea of faces, who could isolate but one? One of such, marred of a rich and dark ebony tone, stared out through the crowd from a quiet corner where by putting as many people between herself and the staring newcomers, she could remain as she was; a gray woman undetected. It was hard nonetheless to be so, when her hair as black as coal and yet shimmering like obsidian would stick out, wrapped about in a dark-brown simple head-wrapping, but more incriminating were the exotic garb she bore; golden braid-locks that framed her young face, that which was turned into a scowl, and a gorget of the same across her chest that was in turn decorated with jewels. In such an array, the young lady's body was clad in a fine linen tunic and adorned by accessories. Now, as generally lacking in height and muscle as she was, the girl didn't appear altogether dangerous; but looked the part in how she held nothing back of her open disapproval towards all around her. Gilded eyes flickered, turning left and right in a state of ongoing paranoia.

Her name was Roxa-Lin, and her purpose here uncertain; aside from the short-term goal of getting herself a room, maybe a meal, and bunkering down for the night without drawing too much attention. A traveler was all she was, and she didn't intend to stick around here too long. Doing so would only attact attention she didn't necessarily want. Of course, in spite of how reclusive a girl she was, and how sharp her tongue could be, she was likely the least of anyone's worries. (End-Note; I am aware the girl in the pic has heterochromatic eyes; but in my case, both eyes are yellow.)