Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190724003816/@comment-34928186-20190725164204

(imma yeet Vanvisou into the Night Alley

The Tavern's outside wasn't so bad within the few hours of the morning...just how she liked it...very..quiet. You'd assume someone like her would be swinging around her axe, but she was more muscley than the normal Aasmir female. The beserker walked in having somewhat of a serious look on her face had to fold her wings against her back because they were too large...the normal aura you'd get from an Aasmir wasn't there nor the aura of a fallen aasmir. She had likely covered it with a spell to stop people from trying to poke her. She made good money adventuring..enough to keep her up to date on shining her armor which was mostly leather with a few iron metal spots on her shoulders, knees, thighs, and elbows. The shoulder pads had spikes on them and her proud achievement hung from her back.

What hero would come in and not order a drink...this one.