[ There's no airs and graces to when she arrives. She is just one more Inquisition soldier. The sturdy greens and browns of any of them. The concession still of the sash tied around her body, to denote her in particular. The gold nose ring hooking by a chain to her hair, the tikka in her hair and laying flat to her brow.
Her knock on the door is firm, her off hand balancing on the sword on her belt. Waiting for him - leaning into her hip. ]
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Her knock on the door is firm, her off hand balancing on the sword on her belt. Waiting for him - leaning into her hip. ]