09-26-2017, 11:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-27-2017, 03:15 AM by Andra Petrescu.)
Andra rides on the opposite side of the boar-bearing menfolk from Nexendia. She is a tall young woman, with black hair and steel eyes, her clothing consisting of dark colors, but expensive fabrics. She wears studded leather armor, and has, at the very least, a short sword and a bow, if not more weapons hidden upon her. Bringing her horse to a stop, she swings expertly down from the saddle. Her movements match her eyes. Quick, efficient, but graceful. She briefly looks the new people over, then looks at the men. "You've got the meat. I'll take the horses." As she reaches to take the reins of another horse, she nods curtly.
"Andra."
"Andra."