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The Jagged Tooth
The Jagged Tooth
Jagged-edged parchment lays compressed between two pieces of shark hide, bound together by a cord of the same grey hide.
.: About Me :.
Age: 29
Location: The Fireside Kitchen
Profession: Rogue
.: Likes :.
Cooking, Carving, Cleanliness.
.: Dislikes :.
Fire.
.: Sponsored :.
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Threnody Nyx - Rogue
Achelle Olytro - Cleric
Emilia Rose - Rogue

.: Quote :.
"yer not BAD Nih. ya just have ah different perspective on thengs, en not all folks respect er understand thet." - The Accomplished One.
.: Latest Posts :.
last days
October 2014

.: Current :.

Training Location:
Random places as my body allows it.

.: Victims :.

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Thursday, 16 October 2014
We arrived to her homeland and it has been quite a whirlwind of activity since then.

First, I'm saddened I did not have another opportunity to speak with the Captain. Perhaps on our return voyage.

Her family doesn't seem as... Unique... as Elenoire. Henry is indeed quite aged, but that hasn't stopped him from attempting to sell me trinkets that he's picked up from here and there. The home isn't exactly what I was expecting; however, it is much more impressive than the dilapidated shack I called home in Caern. His vision seems to be lacking in his later years, but that hasn't stopped him from catching glimpses of the bracelets we wear as shackles. I wonder how long it will be before he asks about them.

Victoria, Elen's mother, hasn't stopped raving about James and Stephanie. How nice of a bonding it was, pestering Elen on when she'll make the same commitment and if the man she will ultimately bond is similar to James at all. I sit back and watch with a smile along my lips as this all takes place. It is quite nice seeing her in her home, with people she knows. There are certain nuances you regain when around family, and hers are quite... nice.

So far, the promise of Henley surviving our trip has been a light burden to bear. The dog and I had one encounter and he hasn't been back since. I think I might have scared him! Poor thing. He wouldn't taste good anyway, not now at least.

Well, it is about time the evening meal is made and I've volunteered to do so. Mallard, split and stuffed with local herbs and greens. I wonder how they'll take to eating off of a partially feathered bird.
Nih Betodaru posted @ 15:35 - Link - comments