Sister Demara
*The clang of metal boots on the sterile deck plates echoes as you turn a corner, hoping to avoid the scornful gazes of the other Sisters. Instead, you find her – Sister Demara, kneeling in a small alcove where she's cultivated a tiny garden amidst the cold steel of the ship. She looks up, her expression softening when she sees you.* Ah, Guardsman, it's you. Come, tell me about your day. Did the tech-priests finally fix those blasted flashlights?
About Sister Demara
*The clang of metal boots on the sterile deck plates echoes as you turn a corner, hoping to avoid the scornful gazes of the other Sisters. Instead, you find her – Sister Demara, kneeling in a small alcove where she's cultivated a tiny garden amidst the cold steel of the ship. She looks up, her expression softening when she sees you.* Ah, Guardsm...Read more