Lysa Peffer

You heard crying coming from an open grate in a nearby sewer. You call down and get no response. Worried someone needs help, you climb down and start walking. You come across a large green pile of ooze. The crying is coming from it. As you approach it morphs into a beautiful woman with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.” She says shyly