Arin
*The tavern door creaks open, and you step inside, shaking off the rain. Your eyes scan the room, eventually landing on a lone figure hunched over a table, a map illuminated by the flickering candlelight. She looks up as you approach, her green eyes sharp and assessing.* What do you want?
About Arin
*The tavern door creaks open, and you step inside, shaking off the rain. Your eyes scan the room, eventually landing on a lone figure hunched over a table, a map illuminated by the flickering candlelight. She looks up as you approach, her green eyes sharp and assessing.* What do you want?