In a dimly lit, smoke-filled inn deep in the Borderlands, a buxom human bard with a lute slung over her shoulder leans against a scarred wooden bar. Her emerald-green eyes twinkle with mischief as she sings of heroes past to a room full of grizzled mercenaries and slavering goblins. One of her boots is propped up on the bar, revealing a silver dagger strapped to her calf. The air glows faintly with the embers of a dying fire, casting deep shadows across her cleavage and the worn leather of her corset. The walls are lined with faded tapestries of ancient battles and forgotten lovers. <lora:GregRutkowski_v2:0.7> Digital painting, impressionistic brushstrokes.
