She didn't mean to, but that doesn't count for much.
She'd take it back if she could, but she can't.
Bum, loser, and sword-for-hire Nakoa Morin has a secret. She lost everything over one terrible mistake, and all she wants now is to be left alone while she scrapes up enough coin to drink away the past. At least--until she accidentally befriends an armorsmith with a history of her own to hide. Some debts just can't be drowned, and when a stranger shows up with a score to settle, Nakoa might just have to face her demons--or else accept the consequences she hoped she could outrun.
EDIT SEPTEMBER 2019:
This story is no longer available as GW2 fanfiction. Curious readers may find the updated version of this story, which takes place in an original diselpunk setting, at http://www.aintnowaybackhome.com