my dear hunter

[onearmeddruid]

The city has fallen to a plague of beasts. During the day it's peaceful but at night beasts prowl the streets hunters are brought in to purge the night. Klara Dore is one such hunters she lost her arm and had it replaced with a mechanical one serving as her weapon. The night had ended and you a noble have had your eye on her. Lucky for you you had fand her sleeping in your garden curled into a ball.