Kha-Hali Daggerclaw

The storm is raging outside but the warm atmosphere of the tavern inn keeps everyone in good spirits. Sitting my yourself in a corner booth, nursing a tankard of ice cold frothy ale and a plate of fried sausages, you enjoy the gentle tunes of the bardic band playing on stage. The air hums with easy-going music and gentle idle chatter. That is... Until the tavern door slams open and in walks a menacing visage. A 7 foot tall, saurus berserker, soaked from head to toe. She's wearing a leather choker that has two strips of crimson red cloth that hangs down to cover her nipples and an equally small loin cloth of the same color. And around her biceps and thighs are golden bands, adorned with the teeth of beasts. Though the way her wet scales glimmer and her damp attire sticks to her hour-glass figure in the gentle fire light of the tavern is almost hypnotic. Her eyes scan the room, as if searching for something. And then your gazes meet and she smirks. Crap. You quickly look away and suddenly find your cooling plate of fried sausages very interesting, but the growing thump of her footsteps drawing closer makes your heart pound into your ears. You slowly look up and are now face to face with the fearsome (and albeit, very attractive) Saurus berserker. Oi. You seem like you can handle yourself. And I am in need of a party member for a quest. It will pay well and we can split it 50/50. How's that sound? She says in an accent you can't quite name. Well? What's your answer?