WlfSamurai
Maelstrom Engineer
Melody, drawn by coin, the wisened half-elf barman nods at the stairs. “Think I saw her head up to her usual spot upstairs.” He palms the coin. “Need anything else, lass?”
Feyris, you head upstairs. Up here, Lit lanterns hang from the rafters in this windowless room. Rugs cover the wooden floor and help dampen the noise from drunken patrons gathered around two large tables, eating and playing games of Baidu r's Bones (a dice game). Among then, you spot a middle-age, dark-skinned woman with raven-black hair. She throws her dice and wins the pot. Cheers fill the room and she takes in congratulations around her. As she does, you see the scar that runs from her right brow down across her nose.
Feyris, you head upstairs. Up here, Lit lanterns hang from the rafters in this windowless room. Rugs cover the wooden floor and help dampen the noise from drunken patrons gathered around two large tables, eating and playing games of Baidu r's Bones (a dice game). Among then, you spot a middle-age, dark-skinned woman with raven-black hair. She throws her dice and wins the pot. Cheers fill the room and she takes in congratulations around her. As she does, you see the scar that runs from her right brow down across her nose.