YOU CAN'T FIGHT THE FRICTION | GUILD MEETING

[Tena M.]

[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 11px;"]Tena Moonspinner —
Joining the slayers had been a no-brainer for the little sand cat.  The Demdji was a fighter.  Back home, it had gotten her into a lot of trouble, but it was also the only reason she got out.  No more chains.  Never again.  So, she had learned to fight.  She had to teach herself.  She had to be discreet.  In the end, it was worth it, and she was always happy to provide a pair of skilled claws to those she found herself allied to.  Now it was Sunhaven.  Not exactly a war-heavy place, but every group needed to be capable of defending itself.

The petite feline hummed softly and quickly ran up the warship.  She had never been on board a boat before.  No need for them in the desert.  Tena's paws slowed considerably as they touched wooden planks, and she crept curiously up the rest of the way, offering Buckingham a nod as she found a seat.  Her unusual blue eyes locked onto the maine coon, gleaming brightly.  Patience was not her strong point, but she settled to flicking her tail absently as she waited for others to file in, curious about what plans Buckingham might have.
[align=right]— I tell you this story, save your life, set you free