Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190724003816/@comment-34928186-20190725175402

The Aasimar's gaze turned a different color as if something had went on. A wizard had put a curse on her when she tried to steal one of his best potions. She was to say the opposite of what she meant unless she really meant it. Her fingers tapped on the rotting oak wood table saying, "Eh? Oye not a way to speak to a lady." when she stood up the fur on her boots showed an indication of class. Beserker. Her sharpened weapon appearing to glint through the light coming through the window