"Forgive my intrusion sirs, madam." She said giving the table a small bow. "I am inquiring after a friend of mine, a former tribemate. He goes by the name of S'alem Nunh now it seems. He commonly favored the lance, though that was years ago."
She proceeds to describe the Miqo'te as one with dark black hair and mismatched eyes. "If you've seen or heard of him, I'd appreciate any help you can give." She looked desperate for hope. This was the last table and if no one had ever heard of him, then it was yet another dead end in the search for her tribe.
((OOC: Not sure if Salem has changed his character look again XD))
She proceeds to describe the Miqo'te as one with dark black hair and mismatched eyes. "If you've seen or heard of him, I'd appreciate any help you can give." She looked desperate for hope. This was the last table and if no one had ever heard of him, then it was yet another dead end in the search for her tribe.
((OOC: Not sure if Salem has changed his character look again XD))
