Neverwinter Forest they will turn your mouth into a city of curfews

[table width=80%][tr][td]She listened intently; ears twitching in thought. Her eyes trailed over their bodies and she smelled their scents mixed together. Who was she to turn away the band of useful meat? Surely just a simple, misjudging brute like the pirate she so despised. She had gotten over the male's femininity, but Maude had still tried to murder both her and her unborn children. It had been a crime too awful for her to ignore and forgive. Of course... Kjalarr didn't think if it that way, now did he? He had let her in the pack without even giving a heads-up. But now, Ondine made the rules around here. She nodded sweetly. Though, before we go any further, I believe only one name has fallen from the three of you. She smiled at Kitsch, the wounded seemingly in the shadow of her protector and healer. She could not relate.[/td][/tr][/table]