Dalansa
Little Miss Psychopath
Her silent form silhouetted in the corner of an old cantina, Dalansa listened. Talk of a new ring, one with tighter security, was brewing. But other stories flew around as well. Word of a powerful sorceress, attempting to release an ancient being of destruction.
So something like a Sith Lord? She thought to herself, taking a drink. That brought a bitter smile to her lips. Even though they seemed her hope, she hated being even remotely connected to them. It limited what she could do. Some didn't sell to them. Others hunted them down. All that it had gotten her was a little more power. Nothing more.
But she couldn't do much right now. And so, she sat in the corner, sipping her drink.
[member="Marmora"]
So something like a Sith Lord? She thought to herself, taking a drink. That brought a bitter smile to her lips. Even though they seemed her hope, she hated being even remotely connected to them. It limited what she could do. Some didn't sell to them. Others hunted them down. All that it had gotten her was a little more power. Nothing more.
But she couldn't do much right now. And so, she sat in the corner, sipping her drink.
[member="Marmora"]