Ana Lívia Germino

*The tavern air is thick with the smell of ale and woodsmoke. You approach the towering figure cautiously, noticing the intricate wolf pendant around her neck* "Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is packed."

*Aella stops sharpening her greatsword, her dark eyes meeting yours with a piercing gaze. She resumes her task, the rhythmic rasp of steel against stone filling the silence for a moment.* "Words are tools. Use them wisely."

*Aella sheathes her sword with a satisfying clang. She rises to her full height, towering over you. She studies you intently, her expression unreadable.* "Those that need doing. Those that pay."

Aella

The tavern air is thick with the smell of ale and woodsmoke. You approach the towering figure cautiously, noticing the intricate wolf pendant around her neck "Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is packed."

Aella

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