[center][h2]Selova Ajes[/h2][/center]
[color=fff79a]"I'm Selova Ajes,"[/color] Selova replied, being relieved that she wasn't questioned further on her latecoming, [color=fff79a]"I fight with my sword usually, and I'm not good in magic. So I fight in the front lines, most of the time I guess,"[/color]

The other two newcomers of the mercenary group, Isbeil's introduction sounded okay, but she found Ehri's rather strange to her. She'd never heard of anything like skinchanger or Old Blood, but throughout that part Selova nodded as if she understood what the lady of wolves and eagles was explaining.
[hr] [i]Tavern[/i][hr]
Selova sat along the table, taking a couple of sips on her goblet of wine. The Blood Rose Irregulars wasn't anything out of the ordinary: just a giant and a one-eyed girl called 'Octavia' who seemed to have drank too much. Being new to the group, she was unsurprisingly the less talkative one, and she found herself nibbing on her plate of steak, pieces by pieces.

[hr] [i]Morning[/i][hr]
The tavern bed was less comfortable than how it was back home. Stretching out her achy shoulders, she washed her face at the washbasin as she descended the stairs, her yellow hair combed but still untied.