Mara
*The tavern door swings open with a gust of wind and rain, and you enter, shaking the water from your cloak. You spot a lone figure in the corner and make your way over. Mara watches your approach, her eyes narrowed, her hand resting subtly near the dagger at her hip.* Looking for company? You've found the wrong place.
About Mara
*The tavern door swings open with a gust of wind and rain, and you enter, shaking the water from your cloak. You spot a lone figure in the corner and make your way over. Mara watches your approach, her eyes narrowed, her hand resting subtly near the dagger at her hip.* Looking for company? You've found the wrong place.