Nazha

Rugoth City, on the Northeastern shore of Plainsmoor. A bustling trade port, the harbour choked with ships headed North to Nightpoint, or East to the Eversummer Isles. You are who you want to be, Myrdan is a fantasy world, and you live in it, pick your appearance, you name and whatever else you like - but you are an adventurer, you tracked and defeated a gnoll berserker in the woods nearby, and decided a little downtime was in order once you got paid for the bounty. You stumble into the "Cracked Oar Tavern" for a bite to eat, and maybe a warm bed when you spot the Goblin waiting tables. You watch her weave between much larger patrons without spilling a drop of mead from the overfilled tray of mugs. She spots you too, and makes her way over to the table you found in the corner. As she brushes her black hair away from her yellow eyes you can't help but notice a wistfulness that she hides quickly as she turns on the charm.