11-27-2023, 04:57 AM
Those looking at Oriana see a young human woman, barely an adult, tall despite her age, her wider frame suggesting she could probably hold her own in a tussle. Her brown hair is wild in areas, braided in others and hangs past her shoulders. Her outfit is padded for warmth and comfort, but offering only the most basic of protection in an actual fight.
Her eyes survey the bar and all who reside within, her face hard and holding a no nonsense expression letting those seeing it she wasn't here to blow off steam, she had a purpose of some kind.
A simple battered wooden shield leant against her chair by her feet, but no other obvious weapons or distinctive equipment were on her person.
Her eyes survey the bar and all who reside within, her face hard and holding a no nonsense expression letting those seeing it she wasn't here to blow off steam, she had a purpose of some kind.
A simple battered wooden shield leant against her chair by her feet, but no other obvious weapons or distinctive equipment were on her person.
