Nhima glances around the room with a smile across her face, making her way to the bar and straddles it jovially A pint of your finest, please. she says, placing two bronze coins on the counter and sliding them over
Intro For the last season she has been on the move. Seeing the people, helping folk, making allies of all type. It has been ten days since the last inn and Nhima strides in with eagerness in her step. Ready to make friends and tell stories from her travels.
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