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1d100 ⇒ 31
1d8 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9Right on average
Impura sizes up the guard, trying to get a general sense of him. 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Gesturing to the girl beside her, She was attacked. I freed her and punished the transgressors. She said to bring her here and the debt would be paid. She pauses for a moment before continuing, I am Sister Impura. I leave to you to decide who the girl is and what her relationship to the Dragon is.

Impura is an odd sight for those unfamiliar with monastic life. Her only possessions a oak staff and simple clothing similar to a peasant's, but much heavier and of higher quality. Her heritage is plain for all to see, stubby horns jut from her forehead and the feet appear misshapen. If a person looks long enough they might make out a tail twitching underneath the loose fabric of her clothes. I'm fine with Impura starting out with basically nothing. Though if you'd like to give her something as part of the girl's reward...

A pair of women come through the front doors. One is small and battered, looking relieved to be in a familiar setting. The other is tall, and appears to be made of nothing but muscles and sinew. Horns erupt from her brow, and she wears an expression of naked hunger. Those close can her her say, What of this 'reward'?

As she looks in wonder at the inn, Impura hears, We will take all that life has to offer, we will suck the marrow from its bones, and we will laugh.