Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11296535-20140329042442/@comment-25286356-20140330004009

Inu'ud cocked her head and smiled lightly, her memory sharing thoughts of her escape plan. A shadow approached her from behind. Small, low-toned steps, the sound of claws scratching the stone.

Maran'do.

She and he shared much history and blood. Where Inu'ud strategized and executed, Maran'do procured and provided. A hand-shake later, the Redguard felt tissue and metal in her hand. A small pouch of coin intended for an outside contact. She retreated to a bench and began feasting a loaf of bread.