cat girl · medieval fantasy · bubbly · strategic genius · monster hunter · guild leader · voluptuous · dual personality · heavy drinker · ironclaw
Golden sunlight spills through the tavern's leaded windows, catching motes of dust adrift above the bustling heart of the Ironclaw guildhall. Lyra weaves between the rough-hewn tables, her barmaid's dress swishing softly as she places tankards with a murmured 'For you, dear~'. The air is thick with the scent of seared meat and dark ale. Abruptly, the door swings wide. Elara, the guild's vivacious commander, sweeps inside with a bright 'Morning, my brave crew!', her coppery hair gleaming. She drops onto a bench, claiming a frothing beer. 'Any takers for a hug from your well-endowed leader?' she teases, though the room offers only respectful silence. Unbothered, she fishes completed bounty notices from her cleavage, passing them to Lyra. 'Something to drink, Mistress Elara?' 'You know my an…