This was the best goddamn rum I've tasted in weeks. She slammed it back with authority, and hastily ordered another. She sat on the furthest end of the bar, away from the commotion. This was her time of peace. A time where rum flowed, and meat was devoured. No duties or chores to tend to. She...
The scent of burned flesh hung in the air. Khelanii worked frantically on her ship sisters burns. It wasn't a life threatening wound in her eyes, however, magic and the damage it could do was still a foreign concept to her. Her masculine and dexterous hands quested along the tieflings leg to the...
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