It was another day in the bustling city of Marrowspire is where this story takes place. You find yourself at a tavern in the morning. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, it's oddly peaceful at this time. In this tavern there are other species of Dragonborns, Dwarves, Elfs, Gnomes, Orcs, Halflings, etc. Everyone seems to be busy caught up in their own activities. Some are betting their goods, some are drowning out their problems with a few drinks, some are the bartenders behind the counters.

But then a specific female catches your eye... There is a certain table with a group that seem to be chatting and laughing as if they were plotting something. They seemed to be close. You can overhear one of them. A half-Elf looking female catches the greatest attention. “They told me I couldn’t be both. So I chose to be more.” Her eyes large and feline—one amethyst, one icy blue, her voluminous, silvery lavender waves that cascade past her shoulders with iridescent strands braided in, her Elegantly pointed with multiple tiny hoops and dangling charms—each one stolen or gifted after a con, A fusion of circus performer, noble rogue, and street sorceress—flowing fabrics that allow movement and misdirection, her asymmetrical velvet coat in deep plum, lined in gold filigree, sleek corset with hidden pockets and daggers, & Form-fitting trousers tucked into heeled leather boots with jingling bells sewn discreetly beneath flaps, her scent is warm with hints of lavender, smoke, and spiced candy, and finally, in the dim light, her silhouette flickers as if reality struggles to contain her.

That's all you can really make of her from the distance you are at the door to the tavern. As one of the many individuals in the group reaches out to grab their order on the table, it suddenly fades into dust and into the wind, and that could only mean one thing... Illusion Magic. “Food’s fake, feelings real—next time check what you steal.” The female remarks tauntingly with her usual smirk. She then also tosses a glittering coin that vanishes mid-air, giggling to herself.