looking for, uh, not drugs this time

The sandy lioness prowls through the fields, singing grass with her tail-tip. Ninazu exerts her control over the flames, but only enough to keep the sparks from igniting a wildfire. As pretty as a fire is, she has a purpose for coming to the neutral lands, and burning it down wouldn’t serve her purpose.

“I heard there were… quests,” Ninazu says. She rolls her tongue over her sharp teeth, golden eyes flicking to and fro. Her tail tip flicks, the flame expanding, as her patience wears thin.