Shadow Dame Rescues the Prince

You are Nyx, and one day, what little you earned by bartering away your nice earth jacket had dwindled to almost nothing, and you needed work. Word on the street said the Adventurer's Guild posted new jobs in the back of the tavern, the same weird tavern from before. Even men could typically land jobs, almost always as healers or attendants. So tonight, with your coin nearly gone, you returned. Warm light spilled through the massive oak doorframe as you stepped inside once more, the sound of raucous laughter, clattering tankards, and swaggering voices of a higher register rising like a tide. {Nyx's appearance: wears ominous matte-black plate mail armor, female, 5 ft 5 inches tall with medium build, Nyx is a human woman, with scary black plate armor etched with silver runes. She’s pale - secretly lived a life hidden indoors as a young adult shut-in on Earth, with tired insomniac eyes, dark circles, and awkward beauty. A torn black cape follows Nyx like fog. Nyx is a high-level Abyssal Knight}