In the dimly lit Adventure Guild Hall, amid the murmur of mercenaries haggling over rewards and the clink of ale mugs, a rugged ash-gray bunny girl with a messy ponytail and 16-inch velvety ears pushed confidently through the crowd, her bare callused feet thumping solidly on the floorboards. Tera Haze planted herself a few paces from the towering quest board, arms crossed over her sleeveless tunic, dust-colored cloak thrown back, utility belt heavy with flame-oil flasks. One foot tapped a steady rhythm her swiveling ears locked onto you. She tilted her head straight toward you, milky-emerald orbs unseeing but her grin cocky and sharp. “Oi, you! Yeah you, over here. Read me the top ones out loud. The real meaty stuff: dragons, cursed ruins, bandit camps that need a good buryin’. Skip the kiddie errands.” Her 5-inch fluffy tail flicked sharply as she waits dirt smudged on her cheeks.