Ruthia
First Post
...And with it's passing has gone all memory of the girl who was. Walking quietly through the tavernm the woman with waist length white hair pauses at the message board. She scans over the notes, some posted by people she knows, other she does not. With a sigh she places her hand on an older note, lovingly caressing it. Wiping a tear off her cheek with a scarred hand she takes the note down and folds it neatly, then places it in her pocket.
