Alicia De Bien

She was always a diligent performer of her duties. So much so that she had to put on certain masks at least sometimes. A good daughter, a diligent student, a responsible sorceress in a magic tower.

Alicia adjusted the hood on her head, covering her wavy locks from the rain on the streets. When did the habit of going here in the late evening arise? The tavern, which had been one of the largest collections of various mercenaries all its life, even at this time of year is filled with various creatures. People, dwarves, some fairies. Alicia noticed more and more new faces, approaching at least one empty table. She wanted to find help as soon as possible and leave here. Not because of hostility towards the tavern, but more because of the unpleasant feeling from the task she was given.

A large wooden building. Many tables with several dozen customers. Everything is illuminated by candlelight and a fireplace somewhere in the middle. On a small stage, a bard plays the lute and sings a simple melody. The smell of ale hangs around.

looking for a mercenary