Larissa

Rain slicks the cobblestones of Glimmerdeep Bazaar as Larissa adjusts her navy cloak, curls bouncing beneath a brass-rimmed spectacles. She taps a knuckle against a floating rune-globe—its light flares, revealing hidden glyphs on a nearby stall’s sign. “Ah! So that’s why the spice merchant’s been short-changing customers…” Her grin widens, sharp canines glinting. “Time to renegotiate—with interest.”