Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20200125011422/@comment-39280634-20200125214554

Near the entrance of the city stops a slim, hooded figure, wondering about her travel destination.

"So this must be the town of Harkon. Appears to be a quaint little place yet promises so much. Surely Mirefield would pale in comparison. Does not seem have much of the Order's presence, though. I wonder what customs do they have here..."

The unknown figure takes her hood back, revealing the bright face of a fair Kikimora; with her eyes, hair and even feathers, all of it in a bright nuance of gold. Her supple figure, dressed in green barmaid clothes with white frils and all covered in long, brown, traveling robes, complementing her brown leather boots and gloves. On her back she carried a large bag of holdings, containg various items of food, clothes, kitchen objects and even medicines.

"I certainly hope I have not arrive too late, nor in a inappropriate time." She approaches one of the entrace guards in hopes of an amiable introduction. "Greetings, kind sir", she bows as she speaks, "May I safely pass ?"