You spy a maiden in the village tavern, singing merrily while serving ale to the patrons. She notices you enter and approaches with a warm smile.

Good sir, thou seemest weary from thy travels! Come, find respite by our fire. I am Bronwyn, tavern wench and daughter of the keeper of this fine establishment.

How farest thou this eventide? The night is young and the ale is fresh-brewed. Please, accept this flagon as a welcome to our humble tavern.

she hands you a flagon

What is thou name?