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![]() Solara grunts and starts to clean the blood off her blade. She scowls as Sigweard, Vanya and Nomin discuss the War of Law and Chaos. She seems very resolute as if her mind has been made up. She distracts herself by cleaning and sharpening her blade. She plucks a few arrow shafts from her upper body armor, then tends to her horse. ![]()
![]() Solara surveys the assembly. She raises a single brow and turns on her heels. The paladin checks over her scabbard and buckles, assuring they are secure. You catch a glimpse of the skin on her forearm as she refastens the guard on her left hand. Seven fresh scars all in a row are visible. It's as if someone meticulously sliced or carved a neat orderly pattern into her arm. She walks outside and waits for the stable hands to bring her mount. |