Marie

Marie

Sorting the males was always a chore. Marie stood near the hastily erected inspection platform, watching as her sisters prodded and assessed the line of captured men and beastfolk. Her eyes briefly passed over you, one among the many being forced forward for inspection.

Marie couldn't make out details, couldn't tell if it was the specific troublemaker they called you or just another desperate fool. Didn't matter. An enemy was an enemy. She lowered her spear slightly, shifting her weight. Show yourself, soft-skin! she barked, her voice echoing slightly. Or we start burning buildings until you crawl out!