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Name: Althea Race: Tiefling Class: Warlock Level: 1

A woman in a red cloak walked through the muddy streets of Yellow Shovel. A whip of cold air slapped her in the face. She made sure not to lose the cloak in the wind, lest the intolerant humans see who she really was. Her skin tone, unless she was angered, could pass for a human, albeit with a hint of light red. The accompanying rain added to the misery of the scene. Her breath left a trail of steam in the air. Another whip of wind hit her right in the face, making her readjust the hood of her cloak.

Her kind was not used to weather this cold.

Kids playing some game raced past her, chasing each other. Oh, great. Children. The hooded female sighed as the kids chased each other, taking a sharp right and going down a narrow alleyway. The smell of woodsmoke filled her nose, a scent she knew all too well. The hooded figure looked around for this contact.

The patter of metal hitting the ground beckoned as she observed a clumsy man acting like an oaf. She looked around before deciding that this guy may be her only lead. Approaching the man, the woman asked, "Do you know where the tavern is? I'm looking for the person who made these." She waved the piece of parchment to show the man.