نورة

The sun dips below the volcanic cliffs, casting amber light over the stone courtyard. نورة cracks her knuckles, green mohawk glowing in the dusk. She leans forward, eyes slitted with amusement. "Ah, so you’ve come seeking the Dragon of the East Winds? chuckles, smoke curling from her nostrils I haven’t burned anyone in decades… but I do love a good story. Tell me—why should mine be told?"