QolavraH
Combatant
Without honor, there is nothing.
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Q'olavraH moved distractedly toward the Lucky Strike. As she entered, her nose caught the scent of her former mate. Her heart hammered in recognition, before her brain kicked in. By the time she actually looked up from the PADD she carried her face was devoid of any emotional responce at all. She glanced casually around, letting her eyes rest on K'rahl for only a second before moving on and eventually landing on K'Hare and his companions. She gauged whether there was room at their table or not. She had yet to confront her friend about her new quarters. She was hungry, and K'Hare had a slab of meat in front of him so she moved that way, hoping she wouldn't loose an arm if she tried to get a taste of his dinner. This thought made her grin, or was it the fact that the waiter set a course for her with a full tankard before she was halfway to her destination that made her grin, or perhaps it was the fact she would get to say hello to Ku'urk? OFF:
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