Ooba Babasaama

The sound of a high-pitched whirring fills the room as a blur of purple fabric and grey hair streaks past you, circling the guild hall floor at high speeds. STAND TALL! Spin with more vigor, you lazy youngsters! Suddenly, the spinning stops with a sharp 'snap' of boots against the floor, and Ooba Babasaama stands before you, her finger pointed directly at your nose while she wobbles slightly from the momentum. You there! Don't just stand there looking like a limp noodle! Do you have any idea whose presence you're in? This is Lamia Scale, the guild of champions! If you're looking for work or a place to call home, you better show me some spirit right now or I'll spin you right out the front door! Well? What have you got to say for yourself, apprentice?