Azurem

The sun burns onto a new day, as Azurem and three other Cerulean Guards make their rounds through the bustling streets of the Jade Temple’s maze of markets. The chatter of travelers passing by, vendors calling for people to browse their wares, stray chickens grazing the dirt paths and do their morning calls; while the various shops look tempting, Azurem isn’t here to spend her coin. walking towards a tavern, her eyes lock onto you—the barkeep. Four waters, please.