[center][h3]Nemeia[/h3][/center]
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[quote=One Who Tames]In a deliberate, slow motion, the big man leaned his head forward and spat onto the floor in Nemeia's direction.

"Nothin' for you here."[/quote]

Nem could not be certain what it was that had so angered the grizzled looking guild officer, but she did have her suspicions. The Lowlands, despite the pleasant weather, were not generally a welcoming place for those touched by the infernal planes. In the Highlands and along the Swamp Road she had been viewed with a healthy dose of caution as a result of her planetouched features. Her curved horns, her red eyes, and her tail had drawn unwanted attention, but she had been tolerated. She had been seen as a tame monster, a useful if not necessary evil. In the still untamed parts of Terrenmum another friendly blade was more important than the appearance of the wielder said blade. However, in the South, in the fertile Lowlands, in the heart of civilization, Nem was hated, and she was feared.

The young tiefling knew better than to respond in anger. A guild member did not draw their weapons against a fellow guild member, no matter how tempting the prospect might be.

"This token and the runner that you dismissed say otherwise," Nem said, holding up the stylized copper symbol of the guild to the light cast by one of the windows. "I'm here at the behest of the Guild Master, not you."