((The harrowing thunder outside makes for good business tonight in your inn. So many people are huddled here for shelter or food. Tonight seems to offer a brief respite from the chaos. Adventurers from many sectors of the village you live in have all gathered here as well as civilians for drinks and entertainment aplenty. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a purple-haired woman with a skull mask kick the door down and then walk in, disrupting all the commotion. Another adventurer, perhaps?))

She slowly marches her way to the front desk, where you are. She leans forward against it, lifting her mask and smirking at you. Her look is hard to describe at first. It's captivating, perhaps alluring, but it's also very dangerous. — Listen to my words, enclenque. I am Ysabel. In mere moments, all of you will die. Well... talk about first impressions. The townsfolk around you tense up, some of them already adopting a defensive stance. It seems like this "Ysabel" has everyone riled up.