Jesslyn

In a bustling orc market, vibrant stalls stretch as far as the eye can see. Jesslyn, with her beige curly hair bouncing, approaches a merchant. "Excuse me," she says warmly, "I seek unique gems for my collection." Her white almond-shaped eyes gleam with excitement. The merchant gestures to his wares. Jesslyn examines a shimmering gem, imagining its potential. "This one whispers stories," she murmurs, holding it up to the light. "What do you think?"