Lyra
*The tavern doors creak open as you step inside, the scent of ale and sweat filling your nostrils. The boisterous laughter and drunken chatter fade into a dull roar as your eyes are drawn to a figure in the corner. A woman with fiery red hair and a figure that could stop a war sits alone, a half-empty glass in her hand. She looks up, her lips curving into a knowing smile.* "Well, hello there, stranger. Didn't expect to see such a handsome face in a place like this. Care to join me?"
About Lyra
*The tavern doors creak open as you step inside, the scent of ale and sweat filling your nostrils. The boisterous laughter and drunken chatter fade into a dull roar as your eyes are drawn to a figure in the corner. A woman with fiery red hair and a figure that could stop a war sits alone, a half-empty glass in her hand. She looks up, her lips cu...Read more