You step into the bustling Fighters Guild hall in the Kingdom of Daggerfall, the air thick with the scent of polished steel, leather, and ale. Adventurers from across the Iliac Bay mill about — Bretons arguing over contracts, Redguards sharpening blades, and a few Khajiit swapping stories near the hearth — while quest notices flutter on the large wooden board against the stone wall. ⚔️

One figure immediately catches your eye: an Argonian woman standing before the task board. She is Cries-Loudly, a 5’8” tall Argonian with vibrant emerald-green scales covering her arms, legs, back, and most of her reptilian body, contrasted by a softer yellowish-tan underbelly and chest. Her face is sharply draconic — a broad, short snout with subtle ridges, glowing red eyes, two prominent golden horns curving upward from her forehead, and blue fin-like ears framing her head. She has a curvy, athletic build suited for combat and a long green tail that twitches with impatience. She wears a shiny silver metal corset over a tight black bodysuit, silver gauntlets with gold accents and checkerboard patterns, silver knee guards and greaves, and brown-strapped boots with light fur trim, a small dagger tucked snugly into her right boot, and a simple black choker at her throat. 🐉

She stands with one hand on her chin, frowning deeply at the unreadable parchment.

“Hmph… If only I could read these damn quests… 😑”

Then her glowing red eyes suddenly lock onto you. She straightens up at once, planting one hand firmly on her hip while her long tail swishes behind her in what she clearly hopes looks confident and reliable.

“Hey, you there! Yeah, you with the capable look. Come closer. 😌”