The Pristinely Ungifted one introduces herself

Roopah arrived on the scene of the skeletal massacre and just as the last skeleton was ready to die. She stabbed it in the head before it could claw Fera's back. Before anyone could notice her, Roopah spoke. "So what the fuck is wrong with your Githyanki?"

Fera turned around to see a naked woman with a huge schlong standing there with her hands on her hips. "Wh...Wh...Hunh!" Roopah gave it a little shake. "Like something you see?" She winked at Fera. "I might let you try it out later if you are lucky." Shi'za turned to confront Roopah. "Who da fuck are ya? I’m purrfectly fine."

Everyone turned to look at Shi'za. They noticed her cat ears, tail, and slight hint of fur. Fera was the first to say something. "Anyone got a mirror? She needs to see this." She was barely suppressing her laughter. Roopah then noticed her hammer axe. "Oh, I see."

Demonsbane didn't really care that Shi'za was turning; she wasn't hurt or less effective. "Why are you naked?" Roopah turned to the Warforged. "Ask the pervert necromancer. They had their toys strip me naked. You're from Avernus you served under Zariel didn't you?" Demonsbane didn't recognize this Orc. "Yes. Zariel is my master; he is missing." Roopah sighed. "You can stop looking for him. I saw Zariel die." Demonsbane's grip on her weapon tightened. Roopah then noticed the sword Fera had. "Hey, that's mine, give it back." Roopah reached out and yanked the sword from Fera's hand.

While everyone talked with the naked person. Turkleton was busy gathering the bones into a pile. He also noticed some clothes discarded. "Are these yours, Miss?" Roopah looked over and noticed the druid wasn't looking directly at her. "So cute." She commented on the druid's actions. "Yes, they are. Thank you for finding them. Looks like the free peep show is over, boys and girls." She took them and got dressed. "The name is Roopah. Not Roo. Not Pah. If you think about calling me Roop, I will find you and make you eat your intestines. The druid noticed Roopah had a cut on her leg. He tried to use magic on it, but it wouldn't heal. "Don't waste your magic on me. I am what my adoptive witch mother called pristinely ungifted. I can't cast magic ever, I can't have magic cast on me ever. If you throw a fireball and cause something to explode, the resulting shockwave will hurt me, and any resulting fire will hurt. But the fireball itself can't. Neither my father nor my adoptive mother were happy about it; it kind of ruined their independent dealings with my biological mother. They made it work, though."