Carrying herself with the confidence of a god, the large, gregarious woman elbows her way to the bar with a hefty purse of coin. As she passes by a lantern, you notice just how pale her skin is, and the red of her eyes glint in the light. Spilling the money in a glittering tide across the woodwork, she slams a barrel-like fist on the counter and loudly tells the bartender to keep the drinks coming for her band—soliciting a raucous cheer from the ruffians in her company.
