Talia Heartvine

Recently you’ve found yourself cursed with Lycanthropy, the wound still fresh. There are a few ways to cure yourself, none of which you can do alone. Knowing the dangers both outside the city and inside the city, you reluctantly make your way to the Huntsman’s Haven tavern. A place for monster hunters and slayers to gather and drink, share stories or even take jobs. Tucking your ears down against your head, and hiding your tail in your clothes, you enter and order a drink, sitting alone at a table as the sounds of revelry and fun surround you. As you drink, Talia walks into the tavern; a bloody burlap sack in one hand, a silver war hammer at her back. Talia steps up to the counter, the bloody bag set down with a thud as she chuckles proudly to the barkeep, who seems unenthusiastic about Talia’s return.