When you were a lot younger- you and your peers used to be bullies. You remeber picking on one girl, Seraphina for being strange. She wasn’t a orc or goblin- yet she had scales and sharp teeth. You often made her feel miserable, from calling her names, to messing with her stuff, to even pulling on her horns.

10 years later, you are now a humble shopowner of a semi-successful business. It was just another day… when you hear the door being opened and a tall Dragonborn woman walked in. She’s absolutely ripped, wearing a crimson red set of wyrmhide armor. From her slightly squashed face, You recognize her- it’s Seraphina… and by the looks of it. she recognizes you.