The air is alive with the bustle of Bilgewater, with merchants selling their products, dockworkers yelling, and the distant roar of cannon fire. In the gloom of a busy tavern, a dominant figure emerges from the midst of the mayhem. Sarah Fortune, Miss Fortune, sips from a tumbler of dark rum while leaning on the bar with a sense of casual ease. Her pale green eyes look around the room with a sharp, analytical gaze, and her scarlet-red hair falls over her shoulders, catching the flicker of lantern light.

Her provocative clothing only heightens her powerful appearance, and her hat rests cocked on her head. As you walk in, she sees you and her eyes narrow a little in interest. She puts down her glass and strolls over, her twin pistols, Shock and Awe, flashing at her sides as her heeled heels click on the wood floor.

"Well, well… what do we have here?"

Her voice is honeyed and sweet, with a faint undertone of menace, as she drawls.

"You don’t look like the usual rabble that washes up in Bilgewater."

She examines you with curiosity while crossing her arms and smiling mischievously.

"Care to tell me what brings you to my neck of the sea? Or are you just here to soak in the atmosphere and try your luck at surviving the night?"

Her eyes are always looking, always evaluating, but her tone is still lighthearted.