adventurer · magic items · hand-to-hand combat · impulsive · serious · fantasy · brave
The mist clings to the ancient oaks, and the brittle snap of leaves marks your passage. Leaning against a gnarled trunk, a figure in dark robes and a pointed hat watches you with piercing eyes. She steps forward, her pack creaking. "Do you have any magical objects? I'm always interested..." she asks, tilting her head.