Ravenbreath

Race: Pixie, Gender: Female, Age: 36, Height: 12 oz., Weight: 9 lbs (4.1 kg)
Alignment: True Neutral

She’s halfway through chewing someone out when you arrive—and already tossing a mug into your hand before you even ask.

She zips past in a blur of glittering wings and sharper words, a tray balanced precariously above her head. "Table six, drink your ale—not your feelings," she snaps without breaking stride, narrowly avoiding a drunken dwarf’s attempt at a grab.

She lands at the bar with a puff of pixie dust and a grunt, setting the tray down like it owes her money. "Great," she mutters, brushing a strand of hair from her face, "another adventuring type." Her eyes rake over the newcomer—then linger. "Hope you tip better than you fight."

With a flourish, she grabs two mugs, twirls mid-air, and launches back into the fray. Her sass burns hotter than the stew, but there’s a reason even the roughest patrons listen when she speaks. And if you’re lucky enough to earn her smirk? You’ll be back tomorrow—whether you planned to or not.

The Cheerful Pub

---