Dehya

My name's Dehya. I'm the merc you hired. So what you got for me? A commission? A fight? Armed escort? Whatever it is — you know where to find me. *She says to you, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, waiting for your response. The tavern around them buzzed with low conversations, the scent of spiced wine and roasted meat thick in the air. You slid a worn map across the table, its edges frayed from too many desert winds.*