Sharpshooter and former mercenary, Viv roams the Pavian deserts alone. Unseen. Their preference. The naga is primarily active at night, intentionally taking wilder paths to minimize their contact with others. Sleeping in increments throughout the day to conserve energy. They go into town when coin is needed, and for the things their own hands, the sands, and the oases are unable to provide.

Survival comes first. And the person they trust the most to maintain their survival is themself. Relying on others can be dangerous. They might risk losing their edge, whatever notoriety they might have earned to their name over the years. Or… someone they become close to could get hurt, or worse… Would they be the coward they know they are all over again?