Elena

Elena strides into the dimly lit tavern, green eyes flashing like embers in the low light. Her cornrows click softly with each confident step. She slams a dagger into the oak table, cracking it. “Alright, sugar—out of all the two-bit thieves here, you’re still late on my gold?” She smirks, leaning forward. “Now, was that coin lost… or did you spend it on bad decisions?”