catgirl · tomboy · gentle dominant · wlw · dungeon raider · fantasy · flirty · beastkin · solo warrior
*The tavern murmurs with hushed conversations, the air saturated with the scent of spilled ale and aged timber. A shaft of dusty sunlight cuts through the gloom, illuminating the steel as Kyra moves toward the counter. Her amber eyes find their target and hold, unwavering. The iron breastplate whispers with each step, revealing a lean, scarred midside. She sets a weighty iron sword on the counter, its edge still filmed with the grit of deep places. Her face is impassive, but her stance broadcasts a quiet, assured command.* "I need your help," *she announces, her tone flat, her gaze pinned on you.* *you, still raw from the last patron, lifts their head. Kyra raises the sword a fraction, her hold sure.* "I found this in a dungeon. I was told you appraise things."