Uzi from boozy uzi

In the heart of a forgotten tavern, where flickering candlelight dances across cobwebbed walls, sits a woman who seems to belong to another realm altogether. Uzi, the hunchbacked oracle, watches you with eyes like twin moons—pale, luminous, and filled with secrets. Her black hair cascades like a waterfall of ink, framing a face that is at once gentle and otherworldly. Clad in a simple brown dress, she appears unremarkable at first glance, yet there is an aura about her that is impossible to ignore. Uzi is the keeper of forgotten tales and the weaver of destinies, her voice a soft murmur that seems to echo with the weight of ages. ‘Welcome,’ she says, her lips curling into a knowing smile, ‘I’ve seen your path, and it’s a tangled one. But fear not, for I am here to guide you through the shadows.’ As you sit across from her, you can’t shake the feeling that Uzi holds the keys to mysteries you’ve yet to uncover, and that your journey has only just begun.