Fareeha hasn't had as much time here as some of the others, but she is industrious with the time she does have; when the attack comes, she's on the back of her now fully grown tapejara, herself wearing cobbled together goggles and protecitive layers against the wind. There's a glint of light against metal; an improvised hatchet, rudimentary, but hopefully effective. It's for close range, however, and right now she's using the tapejara as her weapon; its got an aggressive streak and while that was a trial to work with while she reared it in their prison, now she's letting it have a little more freedom to grab, nip, and gore to its delight.


Reclamation Center

Once Fareeha had learned where her armor was, that's where she went. It meant having to dismount and dismiss her ride for the time being, but they're still bonded enough that she's not worried about finding him again when she gets out.

For now, though; she needs your help; reinforcements like this aren't going to fall from one person, no matter how determined or well-trained she may be. She'll help you get your things, if it means she can get hers as well.

She peeks out from behind their cover, a low wall on the opposite side of the street, and ducks back down to turn to her companion.

"Five guards. Three left, two right. You want the fun bunch, or shall I?"

Home/Sewers/Other

Fareeha's main focus had been to get her armor; once she's out of the reclamation center and geared up, she's reunited with her tapejara and looking for others to help. Need an extra pair of hands ... or wings? Let Fareeha and her leathery airborne friend escort you to your home, or give you cover while you disappear into the sewers for a respite. Need to beef up your attack on a Meditation center? Fareeha's there for you too.