The stranger on the prowl.
Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 11:31 pm
A young drow woman wanders in the crowd of the bazaar, searching for something, her ears twitching at every word of the traders. Whatever she is looking for, those are not the pretty gowns of exotic color or the jewelry of unearthly beauty which she ignores as if they do not exist.
\\Wanna know what she is searching for?
See the diary. (in progress).
\\Edit: Now that I think of it, can DM help with this? I will gladly agree if this will grow into something.
\\Wanna know what she is searching for?
See the diary. (in progress).\\Edit: Now that I think of it, can DM help with this? I will gladly agree if this will grow into something.