Literature
Violet Ebonwing: Broken Hearts
“You, tiefling,” the man said walking towards Violet. “Name,” he barked out. Violet tamped down the urge to run. The man wore slightly cheep chain armor, but the sword on his hip appeared not only well made, but very sharp. “V-Violet, sir,” she said, not even having to feign nervousness and timidity. “How may I help you?” The man gave off vibes of being anyone from a free lance bounty hunter to a local guard. She doubted that he was the latter. The little hamlet of Midway, named because it was midway between two distant cities, had no full time guards and she knew all of them. He was definitely not Inquisition. “We’re looking for one of your kind,” he said. Nervously, Violet looked over at the woman standing to the man’s right and slightly behind him. Her hand was resting on the long dagger sheathed on her belt. Neither of them looked particularly like anything other than bog standard humans. “Geez, Marius, can’t you see she’s scared of you? Try lightening up.” “Not this again