The fourth woman strode in with an air of calm confidence. She had dark brown hair tied back into a sleek ponytail, and her bronzed skin glowed as if kissed by constant exposure to the sun. Her eyes, a piercing hazel, sized me up with curiosity rather than fear.
She was also half Darrack, a race of demi-human with armored scales on some part of their body, but in her case, I could barely see it on her exposed skin. They were also strong against intense temperature.
But the most unique trait of them all was the fact that their body was craving soap.
They eat soap.
"Callista, formerly Callisto, 24," she said as she took the seat in front of me without waiting for permission. Her boldness was expected, and I raised an eyebrow at her audacity. She grinned back at me, clearly unbothered.