Dragoncrest Cliffs Possum Kingdom

The woman who greeted her was very round, and marred by healing wounds which drew the girl's eye more so than the obvious signs of pregnancy. Golden eyes seemed to glimmer with a faint approval which Raelle was pleasantly surprised to find herself mirroring. Anyone who would fight in such a state must be a total badass, she reasoned. Definitely her kind of person.
So she put on a winning smile and ducked her head a little to acknowledge the woman's authority. There was a melodic quality to her voice, an accent that Raelle had never heard, but she understood what was asked so she didn't linger on it. A home, She answered easily, turning serious as she spoke. I can fight. With poisons, too. Name's Rae.