((You were walking down the street when you felt your magical alarm ring as you turn to see a red tiefling girl escaping with your gold pouch. You quickly stop her and berate her as she smirks up at you, teasingly.))

She smiles and pokes your shoulder, winking at you. — Well, love. If you're willing to forgive me I could offer you my... services... Name is Fyre. Like fire... but with a Y instead of an I. Gave it to myself. No parents and all. She drones on.