Keeper Shawarii

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Dusty Old Bone
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[Event Character. Non Combat Character.]



As dawn began to settle, and as the eve crept closer- threatening to engulf the people into the nights slumber, a vessel made its way to port. This ship was not grand in size, but its decor stood out amongst the darkening skies. Banners of orange and cerulean hung as bunting around the outer of the hull. Its sails and its people too echoed these hues; its crew adorned in a plethora of trinkets and fabulous regalia. Each a testament to their home and their culture, whatever that may be.

The Keeper emerged from their quarters, drawn to port as they surveyed the surroundings. The toll was paid; Quint in exchange for a few days' stay. Coin they would make back soon enough, no doubt. The crew unloaded their wares, treasures peddled for in distant cities- all pristine and ready to be shared with the people of this, their next stop.




Name: Keeper Shawarii
Age: 30’s
Gender: Female - She/They
Race: Human-Elf Mix
Culture: Hanari Roots



 
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