04-27-2011, 02:04 AM
Naem's eyebrow twitched up a little when the harpist's eyes fell on her. She looked troubled, as if the man in front of her was someone to run away from. Taking a better look at the two, she decided that, to someone as seemingly soft as the harpist, the bare-chested warrior would be someone to run from. She tugged her cloak open a little, watching and waiting to see if someone would need to step in, though the man didn't seem to fond of something, either. Perhaps this would only be one of the many misunderstandings she had seen happen, and turn out better than most she had witnessed.
Last edited by Drakina; 04-27-2011 at 02:08 AM..
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