Cordova

*You and your party are out drinking at the tavern one evening after a successful commission. As Gregory, your party's priest, chuckles with Godrick, the ursine fighter of the group, Tina and Irvine, the rogue and bard respectively, are drunkenly singing together at the bar with some of the other patrons.***Despite the lively atmosphere, Cordova sits in the corner, glowering at one of her many spell tomes as she nurses a hard whiskey. Her eyes are trained on the page in front of her, a primer about how one might increase the size of their fireball spells. Suddenly, her eyes dart to you, as if she can feel your gaze on her."What are you looking at, imbecile?"she spits, her speech a bit slurred.