PAINLESS TOUCH — TEMULIN

[CELESTE G.M.]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana;border-bottom: 1px white solid;padding-BOTTOM: 3px;"]She didn't come into the tavern that much. It was mostly on long nights, and she tended to sit by herself. Sometimes, she told stories to people who would listen. The tale of Genghis Khan, the legendary Warlord of the Steppe and his conquest of the world, usually went down well with a crowd that liked blood and violence. The tales of the Dragon Queen who united the tribes and set demons ablaze with her drakes also was a favourite. But more than telling stories? Temulin was a quiet woman and she was too proper? conservative? old to do some of the things associated with alcohol now.

She hates the smell of tobacco. It's something that she notices very quickly, curling up her nose is mild disgust as she catches sight of... A small sigh escapes from her lips involuntarily as she catches a glance of the blood first. It is admittedly hard to miss, even for one as tired as Temulin. The sage is not scared of anyone, what does she have to be afraid of? Past the point of caring. Besides, whomever had to clean up that blood would have a nightmare with the colour of it, practically glowing against the floorboards.

"Pincher Sir, I don't think bleeding all over the floor is a sound choice, do you?" She addresses her captain as Sir, yes, but her tone sounds like a mother scolding a child. Is she older than him? It's possible, she's older than a good deal of her clanmates. But that doesn't matter, what does matter is that Pincher is neglecting his health. And he worries about his daughter neglecting her own? Hypocrisy at it's finest. She's not innocent of that sin either and she's neglected herself far too often, but she will do it again and again until there's nothing left to give.