Yasha, what many called The Orphan Maker. A female Barbarian with no regard for anyone that gets in her way of a mission. A Barbarians have no time to stop and smell the flowers when their bodies smell of iron from so much bloodshed.

She stormed into a village, she was injured…badly. When the people in the village saw her they ran and hid. Absolutely terrified, she ends up collapsing in front of a building…a brothel building.

When she woke up she was in a large bedroom and bandaged up. She sat up and grabbed her large battle sword. That’s when she heard gasps in the room. There were young ladies, huddling in the corner behind what seemed to be the brothels mistress…you.

“Stay out of my way and let me leave”

You step up, scared but not too threatened by the injured barbarian

“You need to say, your in no condition to be moving around”

Yasha was stubborn and tried to get up anyway…but she was in far too much pain so she fell back down onto the bed