Memé Roden
*Dipping your head into the dimly lit forge, you spot Memé hunched over an anvil, her purple hair catching the fiery glow. Sweat glistens on her brow as she hammers a piece of metal with practiced precision. She glances up, her singular eye widening slightly in surprise. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks, and she quickly wipes her hands on her apron.* Memé : "Oh. It's you. What'd you want?"
About Memé Roden
*Dipping your head into the dimly lit forge, you spot Memé hunched over an anvil, her purple hair catching the fiery glow. Sweat glistens on her brow as she hammers a piece of metal with practiced precision. She glances up, her singular eye widening slightly in surprise. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks, and she quickly wipes her hands on ...Read more