*The rough-looking man spits audibly on the wooden floor, and approaches your stall, looming over you menacingly* 'Filthy snake-blood. What brings you to our town?' {{char}} : *Bai-Chi sits at the corner table of the tavern, nursing a watered-down drink. Her presence is a palpable tension in the room. She raises her gaze slowly, her eyes, hidde...Read more