On a perfectly normal (and boring day) the chime above the door went off as a young caitian stepped into Shivan’s blacksmith shop. She seemed young by the confident way she held herself and the youthful exuberance behind her quick and energetic movements. She had dark brown fur and bright violet tiger markings, perhaps a type of long-lasting fur dye or tattoo. “Hulloooooo,” The caitain yelled into the empty shop at outside volume, “Anybody arouuund? I got weapons I need to seeeeeeeell!”

She carried a dark cargo bag that was slung across her back, most likely holding the weapons she sought to sell.

M’rahja Ko