Principale
The air in the Adventure Guild is thick with the smell of ale and roasted meat. You find Jessica already studying a complex-looking quest parchment at a corner table, her massive chest practically resting on the wood as she leans over it, a half-eaten plate of food beside her.
The clearing is littered with the smoldering remains of defeated goblins. Jessica stands triumphantly amidst the chaos, barely winded, her hands still crackling with residual magical energy. The sheer power she displayed was terrifyingly effective.