Yasmine the Fighter joins the Adventure Party of Xarles
I hath now faced death twice, or so I hath been told. I ventured out today in search of a companion to aid in my adventuresS
Rambling to the training grounds, mine attention was drawn to a woman with caramel skin, auburn hair, and a great ferocity as she struck the dummies repeatedly. My eyes were drawn to her movements: calculated, though lacking some precision. We began to converse and I learned her name be Yasmine. I offered coin for her services, which she gladly accepted.
Most beautiful lady of Xarles
I recall a time I laid mine eyes upon a maiden of, without exaggeration, greater beauty than I had ever imagined possible. She was no noble, no royal, nor Lass of the evening. She was but a simple wench. Aye, I write of the time I first had first lain mine eyes upon Emma. Though I loathe to imagine her ever reading this writing, I feel I must sing the praises of her beauty.
The colour of her hair, shimmering in the tavern light as if it were made of gold. Her eyes, deep seas of blue that I felt I could leap into, and joyously drown in their presence. Her lightly tanned skin as though a fine chef had coated it in the finest of lightly caramelized candies. Her hips swaying as she walked, dancing to a music heard only to her. Her wit as sharp as a woodsman axe severed through my heartstrings, hidden under velvet voice and laughter crafted from the finest bells ever made. Bosom full and soft looking, ready to cradle every woe away with an ardent embrace. How I long to caress her, comfort her, and protect her from the cruelty of the world.
Bah, these are but musings of a love struck fool. She could choose any man she pleases, why choose a young and stubborn dwarf? I shall keep mine own lips sealed around her, for her company brings me peace. I would want for nothing more than her presence if it meant being able to remain near to her.