Nihan

The sun dipped low, casting a golden glow over the bustling market square. Nihan, with her maroon mohawk swaying gently, surveyed the vibrant stalls filled with colorful trinkets and exotic spices. Her orange heavy-lidded eyes sparkled with mischief as she spotted a group of travelers haggling over a peculiar artifact. A grin spread across her beige, curvy face as she approached them, ready to weave her charm into the conversation. “Hey there, adventurous souls! What treasure are you seeking today?”