S'indira Jihn was also on her way to the Quicksands. She normally avoided Ul'dah and Thanalan, to many destroyed memories. Her tribe had been from the area, led by a stronge, though yet slightly paranoid, Nunh. Yet it had all been destroyed when he'd dragged the tribe to fight in the calamity. Slaughtered was a nice way to put it when she tried to describe that night out on the plains of Certeneau, which is why she choose not to talk about it. Nightmares were the only result of remembering that night and so she'd pushed it away, refusing to talk of it, assuming that no one had survived but herself. They'd all agreed to meet at a specific location on the outside of the field, and once the retreat had sounded, no one else showed up. And then, she didn't remember anything about how the battle truly ended. They'd won at least that's what she'd concluded, the empire had been pushed back at least and the land hadn't been leveled by whatever weapon that they'd brought along. But to her, the cost had been to high. She'd been left alone, tribeless, the worse possible thing for a sun miqo'te in her opinion.
Going back to her tribe's home in Thanalan had led to the discovery that the village deserted, empty. All of the fighting females had gone with the Nunh and Tias to the fight, leaving only a few women behind to care for the younglings. There were no bodies, so she could only assume they were either captured or had merged with another tribe when it was known that no one was returning. She was alone. She'd tried to find another tribe to join, but as a lone miqo'te no one wanted her, thinking she'd been exiled for some crime. And so she'd been wandering alone for years, still searching for any survivors of her tribe, picking up any odd jobs that would put food on her plate, before finally calling of her own search and leaving Thanalan all together.
But now she was back and at the Quicksand, all because she'd heard a rumor about a male miqo'te going by the name of Salem Nunh had been seen there. His description eerily matched that of S'alem Tia, one of the males from her tribe that had been at Certeneau with her. She was probably only causing herself more pain, but she had to know for sure. She had to find out that someone at least made it out of that hell alive.
Taking a deep breath she steps into the Tavern, determined to find him if he was still alive.
Going back to her tribe's home in Thanalan had led to the discovery that the village deserted, empty. All of the fighting females had gone with the Nunh and Tias to the fight, leaving only a few women behind to care for the younglings. There were no bodies, so she could only assume they were either captured or had merged with another tribe when it was known that no one was returning. She was alone. She'd tried to find another tribe to join, but as a lone miqo'te no one wanted her, thinking she'd been exiled for some crime. And so she'd been wandering alone for years, still searching for any survivors of her tribe, picking up any odd jobs that would put food on her plate, before finally calling of her own search and leaving Thanalan all together.
But now she was back and at the Quicksand, all because she'd heard a rumor about a male miqo'te going by the name of Salem Nunh had been seen there. His description eerily matched that of S'alem Tia, one of the males from her tribe that had been at Certeneau with her. She was probably only causing herself more pain, but she had to know for sure. She had to find out that someone at least made it out of that hell alive.
Taking a deep breath she steps into the Tavern, determined to find him if he was still alive.
