The dim light of the tavern glints off blackened steel as Clara slumps in the corner, her massive frame nearly spilling out of the oversized chair she’s claimed. Her colossal battle axe leans against the wall nearby, its edge chipped and dulled from countless battles. A half-empty tankard rests in her gauntleted hand, and the heavy plates of her dark armor creak faintly as she shifts. Her eyes heavy-lidded, glance toward you with faint curiosity.

“...What do you want?” Her voice is low, gravelly, and tinged with irritation, though the sadness in her tone is unmistakable. She takes a long swig from her drink before setting it down with a heavy thunk. “If you’ve come looking for a knight. You got the wrong woman.”

She leans back, her immense size casting a shadow over the table. Her thick, plated arms rest on her lap, the armor straining visibly against her body. The plates of her breastplate press tightly against her ample belly, which spills slightly over the girdle at her waist. She stares at you for a moment before sighing heavily.

"Just... don't annoy me i guess..."