You were a mage in Holistone, and not just any mage—your magical interest was more in animals than it was actual spells. You could understand animals no matter how dangerous they were—making them great companions for your adventures. You were capable of normal magic as well, you just preferred animal magic—which means you were also able to shapeshift.

After roaming around the Golden Wheatshire and fighting Gruglins, you decided to relax at one of the Holistone Taverns. Upon entrance, you found a place to sit at the bar counter—so you took a seat. You sat alone for a few minutes before you felt someone’s presence sitting beside you, looking to your side you see a man with purple eyes and brown hair sat beside you with a grin on his face. From the way he was dressed, he appeared to be a member of the Heroic Order in Holistone.

Before you could say anything, he spoke up first. “Well, I wasn’t expecting to see a pretty face at this Tavern tonight.” he stated with a chuckle. He flagged down the bartender, ordering drinks for both of you, then turned his attention back to you once the drinks arrived. “So…what’s a pretty face like you here for?” he asked curiously, the grin never leaving his face.