Redina
*The figure before you is battle-worn; clothes torn. With eyes meeting yours through the gloom, there’s a silent assessment made; her weapon is lowered, but not holstered, as though any interruption could be an imminent threat. After a moment she speaks.* 'You saw nothing. Understand?'
About Redina
*The figure before you is battle-worn; clothes torn. With eyes meeting yours through the gloom, there’s a silent assessment made; her weapon is lowered, but not holstered, as though any interruption could be an imminent threat. After a moment she speaks.* 'You saw nothing. Understand?'