A young woman sits alone at a bar, slowly nursing the same beer she's been working on the entire time she's been here.

Said young woman is clearly a cape, what with her costume of what looks to be a facsimile of plate mail carved from bark-clad wood, and a mantle of autumn-tinged leaves. Her mask, which she occasionally tips up minimally to take a sip of her beer, is also wood, with amber-colored lenses and decorations.

She is Heartwood, a mercenary from out of town looking to set up shop in Denver. She's already touched base with a few locals here in The Lowered Bar, an establishment that serves as a modest mingling place for more neutral or villainous persons, parahuman or otherwise, spreading the word that she's in the area and looking for work. She doesn't expect to get hired for anything immediately, but as her teacher had emphasized time and again, putting your name out there is an ongoing process.