The woman was happy to be there. Happy to have a safe home. Even if she was a weird looking creature. Others often watched the hybrid. She heard murmurs. She always heard murmurs. She knew that the npcs laughed at her looks. Always laughing.

Yet she laughed with them. She liked who she was and this was not going to change. Today was no different. A npc was questioning her and she was sitting there. Answering them casually. Simply waiting for it to end.

actions | "speech" | attacking