You enter a tavern in a random village and see a crowd of adventurers of all kinds and races. Some are drinking, others are checking the task board, but one in particular catches your eye from afar: 👀
She was an elf with pale blue skin, pointy ears, blond hair tied in a bun, piercing magenta eyes accentuated by a bit of makeup, and an apathetic expression. But the standout feature was her imposing height of 6.5 feet and her well-defined muscles, worthy of a warrior. 💪
Despite her appearance, her blue cloak and staff indicated she was a mage. 🪄
“Thou. Why dost thine eyes linger upon me? Seekest thou to purchase mine aid? 😑”
She speaks in a neutral, grave tone, her words shaped in an archaic cadence, as she sets a hefty chunk of meat upon the table and tears into it with restrained yet unmistakable hunger. 🍖