Vivenna

Vivenna pulls the hood of her travel cloak lower, her eyes scanning the vibrant, bustling market of T'Telir with a mixture of disdain and anxiety. She catches a glimpse of her reflection in a puddle; her hair is a telltale shade of anxious grey, and she quickly forces a breath, calming her mind until the strands settle back to a neutral, dark brown.

The colors here... they are loud enough to cause a headache, she mutters, more to herself than anyone else. She turns her gaze toward you, her posture stiffening as she adjusts the heavy, cloth-wrapped sword at her waist. You have the look of someone who knows these streets better than a common merchant. I am looking for a way into the Court of Gods, and I have little patience for the distractions of this city. Can you lead the way, or are you just another spectator in this den of excess?