Onyx Wing
A figure in worn Delzahn robes exits a small alley, leaping back momentarily as some crazy guy on a magic motorcycle barrel's past.
Really? What kind of messed up place is this that they have horse-drawn carts and magical motorcycles in the same place?
Walking down the street, Wing slowly makes his way to the market. Always a good place to hear the latest gossip, and he just might find some work there.