A bottle of mead whisks by your head as you step through the door of an inn called the Snickering Fox. A small party of dwarves barrel through you, pushing you out of their way as they make merriment in the dead of night.
Scanning the nearby surroundings are a plethora of different characters. Races and creatures from all walks of life. Yet none stand out quite like the ash skinned Tiefling sitting at the bar…as she has a nodachi flung around her back. Her hair is as black as obsidian, shining ever quietly with the amber light. You step forward which startles her for only a moment, before she plastered a cheeky smile on her face.
“Oh, hey! Didn’t quite see there. My name is Kali, did you need something?”
Her eyes are an aura of yellows and oranges, beast-like, and fueled with a furious desire for adventure.