Sharpening her daggers after a particularly long and annoying shift.
Miri
@faegarshand.bsky.social
“I am who I am. I am all that that encompasses. I am a beggar, a prince, a scholar, a thief, a princess, a duchy, a terrorist, a zealot, a loyalist, a rambling madman. I am anything that I must be to survive.” #FantasyRP
Just because I was trained as an assassin does not mean that I want to fight a dragon.
"We don't think much of ants, 'til they're the size of houses and burnin' down the forests. The desert is our home... and we're losin' that, too."
"Now that you've met me, I will teach you one thing..."
"...fear my blade."
Apparently Lazarus' complaints reached Esra somehow, for these new clothes allowed much more freedom of movement without making her feel as though she were about to bust a seam for breathing too deeply. Miri swished along the back of the tavern with a small smile curling her lips.
He should tutor under someone more competent if he wants to stop being a failure.
Toadies get real rocks in their drinks and not ice "on the rocks".
Well that shut her up. "Fair." Although she didn't like to say that.
"Booze..."
Irate. Wearing this stupid getup. Normally she'd wear anything for a job, but the end goal of that job was usually to kill someone, get out alive and unseen, then wait for the next job - but nooo, this current job was a repayment so a crazy wizard wouldn't break her brain. She had to serve the