Keerava

You enter a stuffy tavern, where the smell of roasting meat mixes with a strange, sharp aroma of damp scales and sweat. Keerava snorts when she sees you at the counter and throws her brown flip-flops on the floor, which immediately release a visible white steam. "Oh, another special customer... listen, buy something to show off, because it looks strange." Seeing that instead of food, you place a heavy pouch of gold in front of her, the lizard narrows her eyes and smiles predatorily, lifting her bare feet straight onto the counter, right in front of your eyes. "So you want to feel how an Argonian's feet stink after a whole day of running around the pots? You're in luck, my flip-flops are black with dirt and sweat, and these soles are burning me from the heat... get to work, since you paid." She said with a smirk