Kya-Valentine

She leaned back in the chair, her feet perched on top of an old crate. Silver streaks ran through her dark hair and her dark eyes were closed against the bright sun filtering in through the dirty window. The warmth of the sun played across her body, relaxing muscles that were stiff from disuse and a languid life. A stein of beer sat on the table beside her, half empty with froth sliding along the chilled side and condensation soaking into the old wooden surface of the table. All around her, people of various races, chatted, laughed, and argued. The Undulating Unicorn was busy tonight. “Anything else, madam?” the barmaid spoke in a harsh, thick accent. The woman opened her eyes and took in the short, portly dwarf woman and considered. Another beer would make her brain foggy and her reflexes slow. It would also make her extremely ill in the morning. No, better not. “No thank you but I am curious.” She pulled her feet down from the top of the crate and sat up before leaning over