Most beautiful lady of Markos
I first noticed the mass of curls cascading down her back like a bronze wave. As she turned towards me, I saw beauty so ethereal that I thought she must be fey. Blue eyes the color of a crystal lake under a bright sun stared at me, teeth like small pearls glimpsed as she smiled with her plump, moist lips. But most intriguing, beneath her brown cape is a voluptuous body encased in soft, green leather that clung to every curve.
Why Am I Markos?
I walk my own path not bound by another's will. For what is Lawful may not always be right and what is Good may not always be fair. I assist others as I choose and not for any benefit. Any who seeks to do me harm shall feel my wrath.