Evellyn, with her flute Moonbeam.
Evellyn stepped into the night, ready to go to her small apartment down the road and put a few finishing touches on a song before going to bed. The spiked gauntlets on her hands chilled in the night air and she blew through them into her hands. As she stood just at the top of the stairs outside Segrac Cellar she heard an unintelligible language. Strangers with evil intentions weren't completely unheard of in Zarcharis-Taoul, which is why she wore her gauntlets out by herself at night.
She turned her head around the corner and saw three goblins, one in chainmail armor.
Not one to run from a fight, she began to taunt them.
"Goblin breath smells like crap on a hot street," she sang. They couldn't understand what she was saying, but they picked up her intent, but before they could react her voice had dealt a serious blow against the leader.
The battle ensued, with Evellyn alternately singing or punching them in the face. The crunch of goblin noses against her bladed fist was incredibly satisfying, and Evellyn sang gleefully while being sprayed with jets of blood. They got in a few good hits, but eventually the leader fell, and the others fled. Evellyn smiled to herself, and looted the body. She found some strange, high quality gold coins, which she turned over in her hands.
She dragged the chainmail and axe back into the bar and Balthor called, "Who the hell is it? We're closed!" He looked up and saw his blood-drenched songstress, smiling proudly
"I don't just sing about heroes anymore," she said, slamming down the axe. "I am one."
