Darvai hisses as the old, female navago yells at Rax. "What! Him? My mate, ha, ha, don't make me laugh. I only just met him."She says..
Location: In the Navago Lodge, Mesoamerica
Mood- Nile: Angry, Irritated
Mood- Kenna: Worried
Inventory- Nile:
A Sword, well-polished but notched from use.
A dented canteen
A dagger
150 Gold Coins
Inventory- Kenna:
Two Canteens
A dagger
A sack of food
(contains a chicken, some jerky, and two rabbits.)
One map of the world
55 Gold Coins
Darvai glares at the female "who are you?"She asks her coldly, her paw on her daggar.
TigressJaguiar wrote:(Is this alright? I was thinking about this scenario, and if it isn't then please tell me so I can change it.)Location: In the Navago Lodge, Mesoamerica
Mood- Nile: Angry, Irritated
Mood- Kenna: Worried
Inventory- Nile:
A Sword, well-polished but notched from use.
A dented canteen
A dagger
150 Gold Coins
Inventory- Kenna:
Two Canteens
A dagger
A sack of food
(contains a chicken, some jerky, and two rabbits.)
One map of the world
55 Gold CoinsNile and Kenna
"Where are we Kenna?" A dark green Fentrop hissed, while squinting her eyes to look at their surroundings.
"According to this," Kenna replied, looking at the map, "We are in Navago territory around the border of Bear and Fentrop lands."
"Ahh!" Nile replied, "Navago. Such a primitive and helpless race. We're doing them a favor, you know. Magic. Pfft."
The Fentrop continued walking and Kenna gave a worried look, then followed behind. They then came up to a lodge of sorts. The sign said 'The Navago Lodge'. They entered, and were surpised to see who was inside.
Three large Bears were at the counter, supposedly ordering some food, and were looking at Nile and Kenna, seemingly surprised as they were. Kenna backed into the shadows behind Nile, her paw reaching for the dagger on her belt. Nile walked slowly to the counter and sat two seats away from the Bears, the anger evident in her eyes. "One steak please." She growled, not taking her eyes off the Bears.
~LifeBackwards~ wrote:Darvai glares at the female "who are you?"She asks her coldly, her paw on her daggar.
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