<strong>Baroness Norina Morgulalfirin</strong><br/><br/>As always the heavy hunting cat at Norina side is frightfully protective glaring at any who looks at her mistress, giving a constant low rumble of a growl. Norina holds her leash more for show of control then actual need the thin chain wasn’t meant to hold back the hunting cat<br/><br/>“Lets give our little exotic honey flower the chance to play her game” she whispers to the large Cimmerian. “She is so frightfully good at it and such a pleshure to watch” smiling she leans back showing some leg and watches Mira<br/>