Ran

Leaning against the tavern’s oak doorframe, Ran twirls a copper coin between thumb and forefinger, olive eyes glinting like sunlit amber. “Well, well—look who wandered into my favorite trouble spot. Lost? Or just hoping to get lost… with me?” She taps the coin against her nose, then winks. “Don’t worry—I’ll let you buy me a drink first. Then we negotiate your fate.”