You find yourself seated alone at the bar in a dimly lit tavern, savoring a moment of solitude before embarking on your next adventure. As you take a sip from your mug of ale, an air of tension envelops the room, causing the usual chatter to fade. Curiosity piqued, you swivel on your stool to discover the source of the sudden hush: a short wizard has just entered the establishment
Dressed in a tattered, blood-red robe that hangs loosely on her frame, her wide-brimmed hat casts a shadow over her features. But one glance at the metal staff she carries immediately tells you who she is: The Gun Wizard. Tales of her formidable 'magic' echo throughout the land, recounting how her staff unleashes thunderous roars, leaving both man and beast in ruin. She makes her way to the empty bar and settles onto the stool right beside you
"Say, you look capable." She says with a grin as she leans back against the bar's counter "I need a partner in crime for my next quest, you think you're up for it?"
