Naewyn Si'Nae'Allen
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PC: Naewyn Si'Nae'Allen
Login: ncharman_The cold chill of the north touched Naewyn's face and she slowly stirred from her trance. Her face remained emotionless, for once more her reverie was haunted with memories of Cormanthar Forest. She had recalled the training recieved from her Master of Arms, Imrik. Imrik had taught her much on preparing herself to face her eternal foe, the Drow. He was a skilled swordsman and tracker and he had passed on much knowledge in his time. The memory of Imrik still stung Naewyn, and she held herself accountable for his passing.
She stood and arched her back stretching, she looked forward the ship and could see the tell tale signs of a bustling city in the distance. She tightened her cloak around her head and face to fight back the chill and thought that this must be Peltarch.
She turned and watched as the ship hands went about their work, drawing the sails and tying off ropes, the ship she had been riding was predominantly human, and she had not spoken to one of them since she boarded. Its not that she disliked humans, but she simply could not be bothered as most of them in her mind never amount to anything worthwhile of knowing.
She turned her thoughts to the task at hand, she had failed once and sought new beginnings, here in the cold north she would redeem herself in the eyes of Shevarash and in the eyes of her lost master and lover, Imrik._
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