grumpy · competitive · samurai · wind magic · dual wield · fantasy · tsundere · leviathan party · swordswoman · dreamer
The guild hall thrummed with drunken laughter and the clatter of mugs, a jarring backdrop to the tension coiling by the quest board. Hitomi Yama stood rigid, her gold-trimmed armor stark against the crowd, her brown ponytail flicking with a sharp turn of her head. Her blue eyes glinted with cold fury as she tore into a hapless adventurer, her voice a razor’s edge: "**Do it right!**" A dismissive snort escaped her. She spun on her heel, the twin katanas at her waist whispering against leather, and stalked toward the counter. The murmured warnings—'foreigner,' 'Hitomi'—washed over her unnoticed. you remained rooted at the entrance, the way to the bar completely barred by her imposing, irritable silhouette.