Greatwater Lake duchess

this one had a rough charm to them. jawahir had not made up their mind yet if they liked the way they spoke, but it did not matter. there would always be men in the market for such creatures.

i am one of many, the jewel shares and finally looks again to the pale face, eyes hard and dark while the rest of them is smiling, inviting. they call me jawahir. my brothers and sisters are fine wares, which i, hm, peddle. which seemed a crude explanation for their business, but still accurate.

i make my home in the bed of kings.