Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190115181913/@comment-5583506-20190115214036

Ylva took notice of the Native American in the mess hall. He stuck out like a pidgeon among crows. She had seen her fair of his kind before. They had plenty of them back in the Niflheim living in seclusion from the civilized areas, or at least what little there was that could be considered as civilization. Strong and proud, just like their ancestors long before the Great War had even been a glimpse of possibility.

She tipped her hat to the man in salutation.

Hate smacked with his lips and licked his bare teeth, glancing back at the two-leg. He didn't seem to look much like the rest of the two-legs in the mess hall.