Northstar Vale a manager at a comic book store

the woman moved as though an apparition, her raspy voice beckoning kalika forward. good morning, she'd said, but it resonated as a something more than a simple greeting. her interest was piqued, and in more ways than one.

the siren continued in her approach, moving to bump their shoulders once within reach. and to you, she replied, settling a short distance away to preen herself. the siren would wait for her companion to continue before even considering an introduction.