Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27830834-20180707190947/@comment-25684606-20180708110329

Last enters a woman. Clad in sturdy combat boots, baggy cargo trousers and a sleeveless, ribbed vest, a broad belt on her hips helt two knives in sheathes, the left one angular and straight and decorated with the Imperial Aquila, the one on the right curved and fashioned from thick leather, inscribed with runes burned into the hide.

Muscles bulged under the tan skin of her naked forearms. They were covered in archaic tattoos, which extended even to her fingers, depicting beasts and men in abstract shapes. Cool, dark brown hair fell over shaved temples to the height of her chin.

She gave everyone else in the room a brief, measuring look from dark gray eyes as she entered, but didn't say anything. Like Klaus, she did not sit down, instead crossing her arms in front of her chest and facing forward, focusing her attention on the The Adjutant.