Mending the mind ((Najme person))

[Tillna]

Till walked into the inn she had told Najme to meet her in. It was alliance, And Till felt silly in this getup. A closed face helm to hide her tusk, specile gloves to make her hands look normal, and specil boots. She looked like a Nighelf hunter. A very stocky one.

She tapped her foot while she waited, feeling VERY anxious about all of this.

[Vilmah]

Najme walked into the inn, feeling very self conscious. She hadn't ventured from her home very often for the past few months, but since the famine had recently ended, she found that it was much easier to travel. Of course, there was also the fact that she was very pregnant, with not one, but two babies from very tall stock. She looked as if she might have been six months in, when in reality, she was only three. Shaking snow from her long curly hair, the white on black looked striking and comical. Her skin was still dark, even if she hardly saw the sun.

She noticed a hunter, not far away. A very tall one, with much bigger feet than was normal for a night elf. Smiling to herself, she wandered over and sat down accross from her.

Najme spoke in perfect Orcish, in a tone lower than the rest of the patrons could hear. "Hello there. Tillna, I presume? I'm Najme. Najme Ravenshank."

[Tillna]

TIllna nodded and replied in a decent common.

"Laron and Azrid told me I should go and...err..talk to you. About your past. Said it was...revelent to what happened...to...me."

She barely got that out, looking uncomfertable. She looked around, noticing a lack of people and removed her boots, letting the shin gaurds stay. He rfeet were under the table, so it was unnoticable

[Laron]

((Well Azrid doesn't know about Najme's "Past" So we should probably keep it that way.))