On this morning, Zajora was covered in a heavy garb and sitting near the entrance of her cave. The girl was innocent to the world, but not innocent entirely to the evils of human beings, especially in this day. Invokers were considered the most evil of human beings for tuning their life to a monster god, even if she hadn't done exactly that.

She'd been sought for her wild-spread abilities and for her head, whichever came first. This morning, she was shuffling near the edge of a lake and collecting water while she made sure that no one saw her out of the corner of her eyes. For her to be able to take her morning bath, she needed a body of water and the one in front of her seemed easy enough but if someone saw her even a little? She was done for.

When she was sure that no one saw her, she removed her hood and released the strap that opened the garb. One could easily see her status now, her skin was pale as a ghost with large fins on the side of her head and small patches of scales here and there -- Still mostly human, fortunately for her.