Vito, an oddly yellow tiefling, had been training throughout the afternoon. An old tree stump had been her training dummy, but a sane person would call it her vent outlet. With one last rough exhale, she pulled away from the stump and rubbed her eyes, but then they landed on you.

You’d only been curious as to what the ruckus of yelling and thudding was out the back of the market and through some foliage, and this was your answer.