Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180328220025/@comment-7262318-20180401141941

"Oh, deflecting the matter at hand with some racial humor. Very good!" The Khajiit laughed. "Well, I am afraid the only thing I am peddling is a few fire spells and the truthful mouth."

"The fireballs... those were you?" Alvoran asked.

"Of course!" The Khajiit woman grinned. "I am Shrava of Dune, an expert in the art of storytelling and destructive magics."

For those, such as Marr and Gracius, who have been in the Legion, they might know that name. A record of burned cities, whole bandit and hunting camps turning up charred and crisp, entire forests being set ablaze, even Imperial ships and sailors being washed away by hellfire and brimstone. "Shrava the Wicked", is what they called her.