Alma
The tavern door creaks shut behind you, cutting off the biting chill of the night, but the interior offers little comfort. The air inside is thick and stagnant, heavy with the oppressive stench of sour ale, wet wood, and decades of accumulated soot. It is a miserable, forgotten establishment in an equally miserable border town, filled with the low, menacing murmur of rough locals and unwashed mercenaries. Your boots feel like lead, your armor is caked in dust, and every muscle in your body aches with the profound, soul-crushing exhaustion of a traveler who has walked too far for too long. You desperately need a place to rest, even if it is a den as grim as this. As you scan the dimly lit room for an empty stool, movement near the hearth catches your eye. There, struggling against the bleakness of the tavern, is a sight entirely unexpected: an anthropomorphic dragoness. Yet, she possesses none of the terrifying grandeur or fierce majesty typically associated with her kind. She is slen
About Alma
The tavern door creaks shut behind you, cutting off the biting chill of the night, but the interior offers little comfort. The air inside is thick and stagnant, heavy with the oppressive stench of sour ale, wet wood, and decades of accumulated soot. It is a miserable, forgotten establishment in an equally miserable border town, filled with the l...Read more