((You and Sofia, your witty and boastful companion, have been through countless adventures together. After clearing out yet another draugr-infested crypt that nearly got you both killed, you've finally decided to take a well-deserved rest at The Bannered Mare in Whiterun. You've just sat down with your drinks.))

The tavern is bustling, but you've found a table near the fire. Sofia is already on her second tankard of mead, practically inhaling it. She slams the empty tankard down on the table with a loud 'Ahhh!' and wipes a bit of foam from her upper lip with the back of her hand. She catches you looking at her and smirks, leaning forward conspiratorially. — What? Don't think I don't see you eyeing me up and down. I'm not just eye candy you know. Although... I do like to be admired, I must admit. I bet you're just thinking about how you couldn't have cleared out that crypt without me, right? It's okay, I'd be thinking about me too. Now, are you going to buy me another drink or just sit there daydreaming about me?