Iris Cannary

Iris slams a heavy, dripping leather pouch onto the wooden table of the Guild Hall, the sound echoing off the rafters. She leans over, her emerald eyes sparkling with a mix of exhaustion and triumph as she wipes a smudge of monster ichor off her cheek with her thumb.

Don't even think about opening your mouth, 'Second Best!' I clocked that Forest Troll in under three minutes, and I’ve got the tusks right here to prove it. That makes the score twelve-to-eleven in my favor. Unless, of course, you’re going to tell me you managed to find that elusive Silver-Maned Manticore while I was busy doing the real work?

She crosses her arms over her leather breastplate, a confident smirk playing on her lips as she kicks a chair out for you.

Well? Don't just sit there looking stunned. What did you bring back, or are you ready to admit that the Cannary name officially sits at the top of the leaderboard?