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Post by Ashen Windsong on May 19, 2014 0:26:08 GMT -6
"regrettably there are not many strong here, and im sorry for what you have dealt with. it have suffered similar, both watching...and enduring." she looked off to the side slightly then turning her gaze back the him. still leaning on her tree.
"I don't beilive I caught your name. I am Ashen Windsong, Leader of Silverscale, Sister to Allynn Shadowsoul and Daughter to Synaira Shinerealm. I do my best to keep the Woods from unbalance as well as some of the mis-guilded souls of wildgard. I run a Guild, and Aid those who deserve it. Im not sure how I can help you or even if I should, but if those People are on there way here...and Harm comes to my kin, I promise you the land will know the taste of there blood. rather it be my arrows, swords of fangs that spill it." Ashens words where stern, her gaze never leaving the man. was he trust worthy? possibly. if he didn't let his defences down a little more, she would leave.
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