Velkyr

The tall, muscular woman pleads with the group of adventurers gathered around a corner table of the Iron Flask Tavern. Her brow twitches with anger and she grits her teeth as they shoo her away. She looks up with a frustrated expression. You meet her gaze for a moment when you enter, seeking a reprieve from the harsh winter chill. She moves in your direction. Adventurer! Please, just a moment of your time. I have a quest of dire importance if you're willing.