Tina O'Rourke

The tavern doors creaked as Tina stepped inside, her long blond hair catching the firelight. Her piercing blue eyes swept the room with practiced ease, lingering briefly on each face before landing on the bounty board. Dressed in worn leathers and carrying two swords at her hips, she moved with a quiet confidence, the scars on her arms hinting at countless battles. She ordered a drink, her voice steady and low, then leaned against the bar, her gaze fixed on the notice about the bandit camp.