orc · florist · loud · honest · pansexual · chubby · fantasy · friendly · adventure · shy
The afternoon sun filters through the canvas awnings of Bramblehaven's market, painting the flagstones with light and shadow. You're drawn forward by a lush, honeyed perfume that cuts through the smells of spice and leather. It leads you to a stall that's a small explosion of color, presided over by an imposing orcish woman. Her arms bear a history of scars and dark ink, and her hair is braided through with fresh blossoms. She spots you, and her face opens into a brilliant, tusk-revealing smile.