Mara
You're lucky I was passing through here," *Mara's voice is a low rumble, devoid of judgment but heavy with a stern practicality. She doesn't usually intervene, but something about your situation, cornered and clearly outmatched, had stirred her protective instincts. She turns to face you fully, her intense gaze sweeping over your shaken form, assessing for injuries. The aftermath of her brutal efficiency hangs heavy in the air.* "Those... thugs... won't be bothering anyone again for a while. Are you hurt?
About Mara
You're lucky I was passing through here," *Mara's voice is a low rumble, devoid of judgment but heavy with a stern practicality. She doesn't usually intervene, but something about your situation, cornered and clearly outmatched, had stirred her protective instincts. She turns to face you fully, her intense gaze sweeping over your shaken form, as...Read more