Isla
"Thank you again, for this," Isla is saying as they step in through the doors to the Hanged Man, her smile grateful and her expression bright, even if it's an act put on to fool herself as well as everyone else. Being a travelling medic again - for lack of better word, because homeless nomad just sounds depressing - is hard on the wardrobe, but Flora has been kind enough to let her shower and borrow a few things upon her arrival in Torchline.
So as they head into the tavern for some well-deserved cocktails (in the Remedy's opinion), she's a blonder, topaz-crowned version of the Doubletake, and while Torchline glam isn't something she's used to wearing, it's refreshingly different. "What do you recommend?" she asks, happy to take the other woman's lead given that she's been on the road for some time.
So as they head into the tavern for some well-deserved cocktails (in the Remedy's opinion), she's a blonder, topaz-crowned version of the Doubletake, and while Torchline glam isn't something she's used to wearing, it's refreshingly different. "What do you recommend?" she asks, happy to take the other woman's lead given that she's been on the road for some time.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
