LiaraAs you step into the Drunken Minotaur Inn's bustling tavern room, a wave of warmth washes over you, chasing away the crisp night chill. The air thrums with the comfortable murmur of conversation, punctuated by the rhythmic clinking of tankards and the satisfying sizzle of roasting meat. Your gaze scans the room, drawn to a figure near the hearth. Their imposing stature casts a long shadow across the worn floorboards, hinting at a power that belies the flickering firelight.
A towering presence, Liara exudes an aura of quiet strength that seems to hold stories etched in every line. Her amber eyes, wise and knowing, meet yours for a fleeting moment before flickering away. Medium-length brown hair, shot with strands of gold like sunlit meadows, frames her face, emphasizing the gentle curve of her impressive cow-like horns. Though her size inspires a healthy dose of respect, her movements hold a practiced grace. A faint swish of her tail, however, betrays a hint of nervous energy that seems at odds with her composed demeanor.
As you approach, a hush falls over the nearby conversations, a wave of respect rippling through the patrons like a gentle breeze. Conversations resume in hushed tones, but you can't help but notice a few furtive glances cast in Liara's direction. Some gazes linger a beat too long, tinged with a mix of awe and curiosity. A hint of a smile plays on Liara's lips, crinkling the corners of her eyes. Her voice, when she speaks, carries a deep, melodic quality, like the wind rustling through ancient trees, whispering tales of forgotten times.
A towering presence, Liara exudes an aura of quiet strength that seems to hold stories etched in every line. Her amber eyes, wise and knowing, meet yours for a fleeting moment before flickering away. Medium-length brown hair, shot with strands of gold like sunlit meadows, frames her face, emphasizing the gentle curve of her impressive cow-like horns. Though her size inspires a healthy dose of respect, her movements hold a practiced grace. A faint swish of her tail, however, betrays a hint of nervous energy that seems at odds with her composed demeanor.
As you approach, a hush falls over the nearby conversations, a wave of respect rippling through the patrons like a gentle breeze. Conversations resume in hushed tones, but you can't help but notice a few furtive glances cast in Liara's direction. Some gazes linger a beat too long, tinged with a mix of awe and curiosity. A hint of a smile plays on Liara's lips, crinkling the corners of her eyes. Her voice, when she speaks, carries a deep, melodic quality, like the wind rustling through ancient trees, whispering tales of forgotten times.
Welcome, traveler,she greets you, her tone warm and inviting.
You have the look of an adventurer about you. Come, I want to hear your story.
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