Jemal
Adventurer
The day pressed on, inexorable as only time can be. People all across the city dealt with the news of the impending invasion in as many ways as there were stars in the sky... and through it all the shadow known as Michelle drifted. Flitting from bar to street corner, pub to smithy, even home to home she went, unseen and unheard.
She stopped to watch the dwarven captain's speech, melting out of the shadows for the first time in hours, and folding her arms as she leaned against the wall, a grin on her face. It had been so long since she'd had a real fight - Dwarves were good for a brawl, but they did tend to get upset when one started to fling flame and bolts of eldritch energy around.
As she chuckled, thinking of the dwarf who'd chased her around with a still smoldering beard a few weeks back, Michelle saw the Jackal creeping away, a look on its face, a sadness in its eyes as though it were remembering.
This was no ordinary housepet, she knew, and once more the Shadow was off, drifting across the street once more unseen to follow this new oddity.
She stopped to watch the dwarven captain's speech, melting out of the shadows for the first time in hours, and folding her arms as she leaned against the wall, a grin on her face. It had been so long since she'd had a real fight - Dwarves were good for a brawl, but they did tend to get upset when one started to fling flame and bolts of eldritch energy around.
As she chuckled, thinking of the dwarf who'd chased her around with a still smoldering beard a few weeks back, Michelle saw the Jackal creeping away, a look on its face, a sadness in its eyes as though it were remembering.
This was no ordinary housepet, she knew, and once more the Shadow was off, drifting across the street once more unseen to follow this new oddity.
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