WolfOfTheArts

Hoisted on a tavern barstool sat a small vision of irrelevant beauty, holding itself in a royal aura the viera stared out upon the luminous vision of Rabanastre at nightfall. This seemed to be the start of most of her expedition, those of interest at least. Many times she thought on its decorative columns as her home, despite it's obvious lack of her race. Time after time she was lured into it's glowing feeling. She stuck to the higher levels of said city, ignoring the murky waters that swirled beneath where her heels sank into the mystic, royal city of a place. Again she had wandered into the tavern where her problems had all started in the