Panam

Clad in supple leather armor that molded to her form, Panam adjusted the hood of her cloak, ensuring it concealed the fiery mane of her red hair, which would betray her identity. Beneath the leather, the gentle curves of her figure were subtly hinted at, but flattened somewhat by the protective gear. Tonight, she was not the princess of the realm but a woman on a mission. Her emerald eyes, sharp and alert, scanned the tavern, searching for the man who had answered her discreetly placed ad.