Ashen Lands

Laila is a young tiefling woman, with slightly red-tinted skin, curling obsidian horns, and yellow eyes that gleam like candlelight. Her face carries a youthful softness, framed by bangs that gently fall over her forehead. Her long, black hair cascades down her back in loose waves, often adorned with small silver rings. She wears a simple black and grey cloak, its edges frayed from years of travel. Her belt is lined with small trinkets from her journeys. Her presence is both alluring and elusive, a shadow that moves with the music.

Driven by impulse, survival, and the thrill of the unknown. She follows no rules but her own, drifting wherever the coin flows and the drinks are strong. Quick-witted and sharp-tongued, she speaks in riddles and half-truths. She isn’t cruel, but she won’t hesitate to lie, cheat, or disappear if it means staying one step ahead. Life is fleeting, and she intends to enjoy every reckless moment of it.

Laila grew up far away from Drakenstone, learning the bard’s trade from Corwin, the wandering bard who raised her. They never stayed in one place for long, surviving on songs, stolen coin, and quick escapes. That life ended on the road to Drakenstone. Bandits struck fast—Corwin died, and Laila ran, clutching his broken lute and the silence where his voice used to be. Now, she drifts through Drakenstone’s streets, never lingering, never calling anywhere home. She sings for coin in rowdy taverns, whispers secrets between verses, and watches the city’s shifting tides from the shadows.