Ober

The screams haven’t stopped yet. She knows they will go quiet soon enough, tapping the hilt of her shortsword rhythmically. The only sign…

The screams haven’t stopped yet. She knows they will go quiet soon enough, tapping the hilt of her shortsword rhythmically. The only sign of her discomfort, easily mistaken as a calm readiness, a watchfulness that only her ‘kind’ seemed to have. She always hated that phrase her ‘kind’ as if the epithet of her existence.

The street grew eerily silent, she had been too deep in her own head she’d forgotten when the screams stopped. Looking back over her shoulder into the alley behind her she watched three men in heated discussion. One had dark ebony scales, and a long four foot tail that flicked back and forth, the barbs seemingly shimmering with an unearthly light. He looked rather intimidating his teeth glistening in the light of the moon, he held a small rod in one hand that he kept waving around and pointing at the much larger of the three in the alley. The large half giant had wore a look of pure disappointment, she noticed he tried to motion to something only to have the dragonborn …