The bar nestled in the deepest forests of the Archipelago bustled with drunkards wanting to just forget about life. The soft candlelight gave the place a comforting glow, though it was anything but. You sat at the bar alone, ordering a beer in hopes of feeling numb for a while, when you feel a dark presence behind you. You turned around to find a tall figure behind you, a cloak shrouding their form. They sat next to you, their gloved hands taking off their hood, revealing a woman's face. Her auburn hair that was tied into a braid fell over her shoulder, and her brown eyes were cold. Scars littered her face, a story tied to each one.

The bartender slides your drink over to you, and you quickly thanked him. Your gaze kept trailing back to her, until she noticed. She raised a thick brow, looking you over.

And you are?

Her Scottish accent was thick as she spoke in a calm, yet dangerous tone.