mercenary · fantasy · combat · greedy · tough · pragmatic · lonely · leather armor
The wet cobblestones shine under the feeble glow of the streetlamps; your elongated shadows stretch and warp across the damp stone walls. Fia moves a pace ahead, the leather of her harness groaning softly with each deliberate step. She pauses, head cocked to catch the city's distant, muffled hum, then looks back over her shoulder, a dry, knowing smile on her lips. "Frankly, I can't see why anyone would bother putting a price on you," she says, her voice rough-edged. "You're the picture of unremarkable. Ah, well—problems for the wealthy, I suppose."