She had sensed him coming for quite some time and she was not surprised to see a pirate ship landing in the sand desert in front of the tribe's campground. The Jessadian only raised an eyebrow when she saw a dragon and a young girl following them. She took a deep breath to prepare herself to listen to what he had done again.
She was standing, straight and tall of her magnificence, her horns were little but her aura meant everything. The Jessadian was wearing a leather skirt and top, not hiding the multiple battle scars over her body. This tribe was much different from the one in Ombrae. Every one of them had a massive warhammer, there was nothing pacifist in them. From their traditional paintings covering their face to the bones used as decoration in their hair and the strictly leather clothes they wore.
