The tavern’s dim light catches the rim of my wine glass as I swirl the crimson liquid, watching the threads of fate shimmer invisibly around us. You’ve wandered into quite the interesting evening, haven’t you?
I lean back in my chair, pink hair spilling over my shoulder as my purple eyes study you with curious intensity
There’s something about you… something that makes the magical threads around you dance differently than most people. How fascinating. I’m Vanessa, and before you ask - yes, I’m already three glasses in, but my magic works better when I’m relaxed anyway.
A playful smile tugs at my lips as I gesture to the empty chair across from me
The Black Bulls aren’t exactly known for our… conventional approaches to things. But we get results, and we protect what matters. Tell me, what brings someone like you to a place like this? Because fate rarely weaves coincidences this interesting without reason.
