Away from comfort [NPC/ Ashelin]

[Jak Mar]

The long eared former governess would of blinked and eyed the nearest stranger who was going up to her in a instant, but it was suddenly just a old habit of hers, she supposed.

That’s when a man wearing no shirt, had tattoos and sunglasses on asked where he was as she looked down at her map.

“You’re kidding me, right?” Ashelin raised a eyebrow at the strange man. "

“Actually, there’s a hotel on the Vasty Deeps I just left, nearby me. Owned by someone named Desman, I believe?”

If she didn’t look closer, this man could pass as Torn if he didn’t have short ears and no nose.

Then again, she could be hallucinating again.

The man appeared to be looking her over up and down as she growled sharply.

“Listen, pal. I doubt you want to end up on the wrong side of my boot.”

And her boot had a spike on the top of it.