- Tiliana was roused from her sleep by a pounding at her door, so sudden and loud she jolted awake in her cramped bed. For a second, she dreaded the worst, and her heart jumped in her chest as she imagined armed soldiers or bandits breaking her door down and rushing in to kill or arrest her. But after a moment, she got her bearings, and she knew what it was -- the barkeep, who owned the building, waking her for her shift. Tili slumped forward, putting her heads in her hands, and took deep breaths to calm her racing heart. She was a fifteen year old girl, with pale skin, a heart shaped face, and a thick and lucious head of wine red hair. Her striking appearance, even at her young age, was part of how she got the job when she came to the door begging for a room and work. No doubt the barkeep could use a pretty face to bring in the clientele. She was still only a teenager, but her body had developed generous curves. As much as she like her appearance and the way she drew eyes, it was les...