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[b]Time:[/b] 9:00 AM
[b]Location:[/b] Roshmi City Greenhouse
[b]Interactions:[/b] Orias [@helo]
[b]Equipment:[/b] Recovered (sidesword, dagger, billhook, and armour.) A pouch with 30 amas in.[/center][hr]

The pain from Nabarra's wounds began to set in as the adrenaline died down. In the thick of a fight it meant nothing, but now it meant trouble walking without a limp until it heals. She put her weight on the uninjured leg and looked over to Koldar, who was gesturing to the exit of the alleyway. She knew what he was getting at. [color=a980d6]"Yeah alright. Just lemme get my shit first,"[/color] she said, walking over to the pile of steel. She sat down and began donning her armour. [color=a980d6]"An' yeah. Yer right,"[/color] she started, staring Koldar in the eyes [color=a980d6]"I'm not fuckin' welcome 'ere at the moment, am I? Nice to meet ya though."[/color]

The question as to [i]who[/i] Nabarra was protecting caught her off guard. She hadn't thought of that. [color=a980d6]"Uh... jus' fucken' protectin' I guess. Before I came 'ere it was small towns. Shit's changed now."[/color]

She wondered... [i][color=a980d6]What next?[/color][/i] Protecting small towns wasn't going to cut it now. The Dark Elves were sending out their proper armies, and Nabarra knew just how poorly that would go for her. [color=a980d6]"Maybe I'll join a resistance. But first,"[/color] she said. She stood up slowly, placing weight on her uninjured limbs. She didn't wince in pain, but she knew just how important it was to keep cuts stable. With a final haul, she slung her billhook by a rope over a shoulder.

[color=a980d6]"Where do we get a cloak?"[/color] she asked, walking towards the exit of the alley.