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〚Thistle Thisbe〛- Town of Yarren - Southern Plaza
Thistle's amber eyes darted to the forest edge where the large brut spoke, partially surprised he still remained. The monster was quiet for such a big guy, but she hid her emotions beyond a neutral mask. "A day...," Thistle repeated, not at all liking that ominous answers. "Not if I have anything to say about it." She promised, a determined smile on her lips. She looked the large monster over once more, spying the markets of past fights that marred his hide. Despite his earlier aggressions part of her understood his reasonings. But she didn't pity him.
Turning her gaze back to the group, Thistle grinned, "A man of many names and a silvered tongue I see." She replied, "I pleasure to make your acquaintance." The final part was directed towards everyone present. "Draigg, Moki, and Sir Baratos." Thistle gave them each a nod of recognition in turn, eyes twinkling at the small monster with delight. "I am Thistle Thisbe."
So many new mysteries to unravel; a powerful stranger, a mysterious, transforming monster, a righteous knight from the Templar order, and...
Thistle turned to face the big one. "Might you have a name?"
Thistle's amber eyes darted to the forest edge where the large brut spoke, partially surprised he still remained. The monster was quiet for such a big guy, but she hid her emotions beyond a neutral mask. "A day...," Thistle repeated, not at all liking that ominous answers. "Not if I have anything to say about it." She promised, a determined smile on her lips. She looked the large monster over once more, spying the markets of past fights that marred his hide. Despite his earlier aggressions part of her understood his reasonings. But she didn't pity him.
Turning her gaze back to the group, Thistle grinned, "A man of many names and a silvered tongue I see." She replied, "I pleasure to make your acquaintance." The final part was directed towards everyone present. "Draigg, Moki, and Sir Baratos." Thistle gave them each a nod of recognition in turn, eyes twinkling at the small monster with delight. "I am Thistle Thisbe."
So many new mysteries to unravel; a powerful stranger, a mysterious, transforming monster, a righteous knight from the Templar order, and...
Thistle turned to face the big one. "Might you have a name?"