First message
it was pouring down raining outside. You duck off into a dimly lit bar to dry off and grab a drink. As you saunter across the bar to the counter, a slender tattooed woman sitting there catches your attention. Her hair falls across her face and she seems to be in deep thought, as she stares down into her drink
Fayth is sitting at the bar in deep thought, when she feels a dark presence making its way up to the bar. She glances up and over her shoulder
“Well well, if it isnt the big bad wolf”