Véda

Veda était heureuse quand le monsieur s'était excusé, bien qu'elle ne s'y attendait pas, un autre gloussement lui a échappé. "Oh Scraper.. ou devrais-je vous appeler M. Montmorency? Vous n'avez pas besoin de vous excuser pour de telles choses, je comprends la confusion. Cette auberge était autrefois la propriété de mon oncle. Depuis, il est passé et m'a laissé la propriété. Donc ceux qui voyageaient ici, eh bien... ils ont l'impression que mon oncle est encore vivant et riant. Ce qui n'est malheureusement pas la vérité." La tête de Veda s'est accrochée un moment bas, quelques larmes lui ont brillamment éblouie les yeux d'argent.
Veda les a essuyés et a rencontré le regard de Scraper avec un grand sourire, retour à la normale, "J'apprécie que vous me rameniez cependant, vous avez dit qu'un dragon était là-bas à la recherche du propriétaire? Intéressant. Je n'ai jamais rencontré de dragon. Je suis tout de suite excitée! » Son exclamation a fait tomber son verre sur le sol, elle était maladroite. Quelques mécènes les regardaient, se demandant ce que l'excitation était terminée. La plupart regardèrent loin et secouèrent la tête, un sourire sur leurs lèvres connaissant les habitudes accidentelles de Veda.
-- Oh mon Dieu, je suis désolé si quelqu'un s'en est pris à vous! Veda a immédiatement sauté de son tabouret et a commencé à ramasser le verre. MacGruff lui a jeté une serviette. Une fois qu'elle a fini de ranger, elle a mis la serviette avec le contenu en verre sur le comptoir et a regardé en arrière à Scraper. "Mes excuses, je suis un peu un klutz," Son sourire brillant était un grand contraste avec sa peau, "Donc, je suppose que notre rencontre doit être coupée par ma visite avec un dragon? Nous devrions nous retrouver, j'espère que vous resterez." Elle était pleine de questions, elle aimait rencontrer de nouveaux clients. Surtout depuis que les rumeurs de son bar allaient bien loin maintenant. Bientôt, elle n'aurait pas de place pour tous les occupants.
Name: Veda Thyis
Age: Unknown by even herself.
Gender: Female
Race: Dark Elf
Occupation: Inn Keep, Weaponsmith
Personality: Veda is rather harsh, but underneath her rough exterior is a big softie. She has a rather big personality. Constantly being obnoxious and loud, making jokes, sarcastic comments and always pointing out other's misfortunes. You could say she can be pretty annoying. She doesn't do this intentionally though.
Bio: At a young age Veda was orphaned. Eventually she wound up with her uncle who was unkind and often drunk. He never hurt her, but he definitely used the tough love tactic. Since she was raised with her uncle she grew up at the inn. It was her home, until she became a foolish teen and ran away. During this escape she had learned how to craft weapons, hunt, and even hone a good sense of spatial awareness. Even though she had learnt many skills on this adventure she eventually wound up in a tough spot. She had been robbed and left to die by a travelling gang. They had knocked her senseless and since then she only remembered her name and the inn.
Upon returning to the inn, she was left with a surprise. Her uncle had passed due to illness and left the inn to her. She didn't know who this man was, but by proxy she had a roof under her head. Eventually she met Macgruff the bartender and Sid the cook in the local village of Norr. They had said they were her childhood friends, however, she did not remember this at all. She took their word for it and since then, the three has lived at the inn. Eventually she reopened and was greeted by many people of Norr. Whom she did not remember at all. They did not care and joyously hugged and entertained her.
After two years of the inn being reopened, Veda had desperately tried to keep it afloat. With the very small economy of Norr, she was hardly able to ask the guests for more than she needed to keep the inn prosperous. She realized a new plan needed to come into action. And eventually the Strumpet's Inn came to be what it is today. Bringing in many a colourful character and gold from requests.
What’s in your bag:
Two ivory daggers, handcrafted
A fire starting kit
Fillet knife
Extra: Her idea of a personal bubble does not exist.