Tifferzzz
Resident Badass
Serenity
Her hard-tongued, strong nature came from a long history of constantly being trampled down, laughed at, and mocked when she was at a much younger age. She was a fierce warrior and with a hard-shelled exterior, and didn't accept anybody's insults. She'd deserved respect, of that she was certain.
The benefits that lay ahead were extreme. Beyond the sweetness of money came the advantage of fighting. It would hone her skills and ensure that she didn't grow weaker in any aspect. As people began to filter for the door she's already made up her mind. But it was her decision, mind you...no one else's. She stepped forth just behind Phaeder, and without a word to anyone had voluntarily fallen into this 'group.' Perhaps it wouldn't be as horrid as she thought. Her intolerance wouldn't be to the ranger, nor the elven breed, but solely to one person who didn't even know that he was being loathed - the sorcerer. It wasn't because of a past encounter with the man, but solely because of his kind. She deemed it worthwhile to keep her distance from him. The best thing that could happen was that he would falter in his spells and need her help...and die at her feet. What could be better than seeking revenge for one who had wronged her? It didn't matter to her that it wasn't this specific person, but just one of his kind.
With hidden thoughts rampaging like a storm in her mind, she stepped outside and was instantly greeted with the chill of air.
Her hard-tongued, strong nature came from a long history of constantly being trampled down, laughed at, and mocked when she was at a much younger age. She was a fierce warrior and with a hard-shelled exterior, and didn't accept anybody's insults. She'd deserved respect, of that she was certain.
The benefits that lay ahead were extreme. Beyond the sweetness of money came the advantage of fighting. It would hone her skills and ensure that she didn't grow weaker in any aspect. As people began to filter for the door she's already made up her mind. But it was her decision, mind you...no one else's. She stepped forth just behind Phaeder, and without a word to anyone had voluntarily fallen into this 'group.' Perhaps it wouldn't be as horrid as she thought. Her intolerance wouldn't be to the ranger, nor the elven breed, but solely to one person who didn't even know that he was being loathed - the sorcerer. It wasn't because of a past encounter with the man, but solely because of his kind. She deemed it worthwhile to keep her distance from him. The best thing that could happen was that he would falter in his spells and need her help...and die at her feet. What could be better than seeking revenge for one who had wronged her? It didn't matter to her that it wasn't this specific person, but just one of his kind.
With hidden thoughts rampaging like a storm in her mind, she stepped outside and was instantly greeted with the chill of air.