Nevaeh Krytal
Character
Nevaeh dared not stop. As far as she was concerned, they weren't safe until the wreckage was far behind them. She paused, craning her neck to look back at his shadowed figure. "I wouldn't suggest staying there either." Now that she was in the cover of darkness, the mask around her face felt incredibly stifling. Her fingers hooked around the seam, her other hand simultaneously flipping back the hood. Even in the dark her hair had a subtle vibrance. She almost waited for a response, but instead turned right down the alley way. With nothing but time, she decided to lose herself in the darkened alley ways of Nar Shaddaa.
As she walked her mind wondered back to the tower, and the scene that played out only moments ago. The assassin could have very well killed her. Half of her questioned why he didn't. The other half cursed herself for letting her guard down. She had been too distracted with her prize and the complications the simple bounty had thrown at her. Mid-step her head turned back again, with the hopes that a familiar figure was following behind.
[member="Atretes Rhoujen"]
As she walked her mind wondered back to the tower, and the scene that played out only moments ago. The assassin could have very well killed her. Half of her questioned why he didn't. The other half cursed herself for letting her guard down. She had been too distracted with her prize and the complications the simple bounty had thrown at her. Mid-step her head turned back again, with the hopes that a familiar figure was following behind.
[member="Atretes Rhoujen"]
