Out of the crowd, approaching the Lalafell, came a highlander woman with a pale complexion, and a cold look in her purple eyes. She wore a heavy cloak, despite the heat, and her long hair was twirled up into a loose bun atop her head, kept intact by a couple of thin sticks.
Across the bridge of her nose was a long pale red tattoo, and over her left eye a series of dots completed the ink job. In her thigh-high boots she marched in front of the remaining mercenaries, before stopping in front of the male Miqo'te. She stared into his eyes, trying to read him.
"This one," she said. "What are his qualifications?"
Across the bridge of her nose was a long pale red tattoo, and over her left eye a series of dots completed the ink job. In her thigh-high boots she marched in front of the remaining mercenaries, before stopping in front of the male Miqo'te. She stared into his eyes, trying to read him.
"This one," she said. "What are his qualifications?"
