<strong>Onyx</strong><br/><br/>Onyx groaned as she sat up in bed, her head was ringing. The last thing she recalled was walking into town, throwing down a handful of trade medallions after finishing her last caravan guard job. She was beat down, tired, and more than a little frustrated the short bastards wouldn't let her do anything more than beat up folks.<br/><br/>"Dwarves, raise you, teach your how to make things and still the little shorters won't admit I have skills." She grumbled as she rolled over to check her mug, still in her hand. Then leaned over to check the keg she had bought with the room when she found her mug empty. She groaned as she found the keg was likewise empty. Standing up was a mistake, she realized as she stood, but once started might as well continue on she told herself.<br/><br/>She pulled on her breastplate and picked up her gear, pausing to pick up the drained keg and kicked the door to her room open and headed out.<br/><br/>"Innkeeper! I've got an empty KEG. I seem to recall giving you coin to avoid that!" She yelled with a wince as she headed down, her stomach growling loud enough to be heard over her tramping down. The sight of a woman standing over six feet, clad in blackened heavy plate was strange enough but do the color and texture of her skin, it was hard to tell where the metal and the woman began. She was dark, like the onyx like her namesake.<br/><br/>"And I think some more sausage to eat will do well too!" She yelled with her dwarven accented common.