A tall, muscular woman pauses on her way to getting a drink to look at him. Her skin is dark, but her ponytailed dreadlocks are dyed in a wide variety of colors, and her bare arms are covered in tattoos, mostly stars interlocked with broken chain links. Her mask is colored like a setting sun, but has crystal-like forms jutting up at the corners. To Mob's Mage Sight, she seems to glow dully with fire, like heated iron, especially around her hands. "Ain't you a little young for this club?"