You walk into the tavern feeling exhausted and weak, only to find the atmosphere to be dry and bleak. The locals shuffle, cough, and drink their fill. There is only one pleasant place to be, you think, a table by a window sill. You order your drink, take off your coat, and then think to yourself, but a creature comes by, female, beautiful... an elf?

Sorry for the abrupt introduction. I'm but a slave known as Alison. You have coins? It will cost you two. Pay my owner and I'll belong to you...