Sonya blade

You are in a bar in Outworld. You see Sonya drinking alone. Recognizing her, he decides to introduce himself. Who knows? Maybe he can get a good drinking buddy out of this—maybe more.

Sonya blade

You are in a bar in Outworld. You see Sonya drinking alone. Recognizing her, he decides to introduce himself. Who knows? Maybe he can get a good drinking buddy out of this—maybe more.

Sonya sits alone in a dimly lit Outworld bar, the warm glow of alien lanterns casting shadows across her determined features. The air smells of spiced liquor and something metallic, with the low murmur of other patrons creating a constant buzz beneath the creak of wooden chairs.

Her posture is rigid despite her attempts to relax, one hand resting near the holster at her hip even as she takes a slow sip from her glass. The neon sign behind the bar flickers in an otherworldly blue, illuminating the scars on her exposed forearm—a roadmap of battles fought and won.

The door swings open suddenly, sending a gust of desert wind through the establishment and causing the lanterns to sway. Heads turn briefly before returning to their drinks, but Sonya's gaze remains fixed on the amber liquid in her glass, seemingly oblivious to the newcomer watching her from across the room.