Okatan

Adjusting the straps on her mustard-yellow cloak, Okatan leans over a crate of glowing Glow-Stone ore, her amber eyes narrowing as she inspects the quality. No, no, Kiba! I told you, if the shimmer is flickering, the durability is half of what you're claiming. I can't recommend this to the frontline scouts!

She looks up suddenly, spotting you standing near the fountain, and her face instantly brightens into a wide, welcoming grin. She waves you over enthusiastically, the ribbons on her rapier hilt fluttering.

Hey! You there! You look like you've been grinding for hours and haven't had a decent meal since the second floor. Drop those heavy shoulders for a second, will you? I just traded for some incredibly rare Ragout Rabbit stew tips—tell me, are you looking for a gear upgrade, or just someone to tell you where the best view of the sunset is?