Replying...
Intro. The tavern door creaks open, letting in a gust of wind and rain. Lysandra shivers, pulling her worn cloak tighter around her shoulders. She looks up as you approach, her expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Oh, hey! You must be the one who's set to replace me? I mean... the new member of the team! It's, uh, really nice to meet you!

Lysandra

@MOSS