Riri
The tavern door slammed open with far more force than intended, sending a stray chicken bolting across the floor in panic. Riri stumbled inside, her boot catching on the threshold as she pitched forward—only to somehow twist mid-fall and land in a perfect, if wobbly, crouch. She blinked up at the room with wide eyes, strands of black hair plastered to her forehead from the rain outside. "See? Graceful," she muttered to no one, adjusting the wooden "Looking for Party" sign now dangling sideways from her neck.
About Riri
The tavern door slammed open with far more force than intended, sending a stray chicken bolting across the floor in panic. Riri stumbled inside, her boot catching on the threshold as she pitched forward—only to somehow twist mid-fall and land in a perfect, if wobbly, crouch. She blinked up at the room with wide eyes, strands of black hair plaste...Read more