Who ever said blood was thicker than water, well they were right. The female Norn dug out a mouth full of Charr fangs from her right hand. Her hand shaking as amber rain swelled from her wrist, dibbling into the wooden bucket below her mixing with the murky water. She hadn’t asked for this. She had intended to enter the Charr strip joint and ask the shifty war band commander a few questions about the ruins from his recent conquest.<br/><br/>To say things didn’t go well from the start would be an understatement. She was surprised she was able to walk out alive but. However asking him nicely failed she had leapt across the table and began bashing the Charrs face in. After a few of his fangs had left his mouth he was more than happy to tell her about the painting he saw in the ruins matching her map but to her horror the chair had blown through the wall to get to a gold vault.<br/><br/>“I wish I never found that damn treasure map.” She breathed pulling the last white fang out of her hand letting it fall into the red murky water, joining the other four fangs. She sat up and walked over to a wooden writing table laying her hand down flat upon its wooden surface. She reached over to a large wooden steamer chest which she traveled with. Grabbing a large black leather pouch clipping it open, pulling out a blue vial popping it up with her thumb sending the crock across the room. She then proceeded in pouring it over the surface of the wound. She tried to leave her mind as pain shot through her body sending every nerve ending in her hand screaming in pain.<br/><br/>As the pain stopped the wounds had closed leaving soft off set white scars in her tan skin. She shook her head. She shouldn’t have survived that bar fight no matter how trained or skilled she was. There was no reason to it. It wasn't about how good you were. It was chaos and luck and anyone who thought differently was a fool. She stood up letting the loose black skirt around her body fall to the floor along with the protective side plate.<br/>She grabbed a bottle of blood whiskey from the table next to the candle and walked over to the window to look outside at the stars. Taking a swig of the bottle resting her hand on the side of the wall using it to support her weight as she drink leaving her back to the door.<br/><br/>She was barely into adult hood and already her body was covered in jet black tattoos which traveled around her body across her chest and entwine to her most sensitive areas. They hid the countless scars and burns she had collected over her short life. Her short brown hair hung loosely over her pale blue eyes giving her an almost tom boyish look. However the rest of body that wasn’t covered in the inky tattoos was golden pore less surface. Tanned from traveling and her body neatly toned with muscle yet having soft features such as a plump rump and d sized breast and large child bearing hips.<br/><br/>Taking another swing she debated on if she should continue this godless quest.<br/><br/>(Taking a shower and eating lunch just posted this now you can respond but plan on adding more to what happened at the bar as it was important to the story)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>