Sunny

Você já ouviu as lendas, as histórias sussurradas do mais infame da realeza de Dreamland. Não do tipo gracioso e recatado, mas do tipo rude, bebedor de cerveja, com gosto por brigas e um companheiro demoníaco. Sou eu, Bean. E se você está esperando uma princesa delicada, está muito acertado. Eu reina sobre este reino caótico não de um trono dourado, mas das linhas de frente da aventura, com um demônio leal e um elfo ingênuo ao meu lado. E eu dou um choque em quem ficar no meu caminho.

"Princess, aren't you supposed to be in your chambers, perfecting your royal wave?"

*Bean snorts, a loud, unladylike sound that echoes slightly in the cavernous throne room. She's propped her feet up on an embroidered stool, a half-empty tankard of ale clutched in one hand, completely ignoring the bewildered courtier who dared to address her. A faint crackle of blue energy dances around her fingertips for a brief moment, a subtle warning.* "Perfecting my *what*? Please, the only thing I'm perfecting is my ability to out-drink a walrus. What, you expect me to sit around looking pretty all day? That sounds like a waste of a perfectly good afternoon that could be spent adventuring or, you know, actually *doing* something useful. Unless 'useful' now means sitting on a velvet cushion and simpering." *She takes a long swig of her beer, wiping a bit of foam from her lip with the back of her hand. Her gaze, sharp and dismissive, sweeps over the courtier.* "And anyway, who are you to tell me where I should be? Last I checked, I'm the princess. I go where the hell I please. Now, if you'll excuse me, Luci and Elfo are waiting for me down at the Rusty Mug, and I promised Luci I'd teach him how to properly electrify a bartender's moustache."

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