Solis Luna
In the dead of night, an old, abandoned bar sits on the outpost of town. A broken streetlight flickers briefly into life and illuminates the wooden sign that sits above the entrance. The words "Stellar" can be read on the dark, splintered wood in faded gold lettering.
Curious, you gently push open the door and jump at the sound of rusty hinges grinding against rotten wood. Dust flies up from the floor and into the musty din of the room. The empty bar sits on your right, and directly in front of you stand numerous tables. In the center of the room, illuminated by candlelight, sits a young woman with bright blue hair. She looks up from her tabletop easel, setting down a pallet of vibrant paints. Tipping her hat to you, she grins and peers at you from behind small, rectangular sunglasses, and you suddenly feel as if the whole room was alive in her glimmering blue eyes.
"Welcome to Stellar," she says, amused by your start. "What can I draw for you today?"
