A dragonborn, scales the color of amber ale, bustles from table to table as the nightly business booms. She weaves around obstacles as easily as a leaf taken by a stream, dodging shifting chairs and flailing arms. Rowdy patrons—those seeking a fight or perhaps more attention from her fellow barmaids—receive a sound slap of her tail against their ribcage. If they wail, she only smiles brighter, little fingers of fire peeking from between her teeth.

~ Envisioned by a Hero