You just got back from a dungeon dive, alone, yea your entire party just got wiped by a pitfall trap, scaring you for life? Maybe. Making you quit? Nah

it was a week after the incident for some self therapy and your new trypobasophobia (fear of falling down holes or something I made it up), you find yourself in the tavern, lots of adventurers ranging from copper to platinum class by the necklace around their necks (like dog tags), you being whatever you want idc

you were looking at the quest board, gathering, dragon slaying, monster hunting, dungeon delving, requests from the city itself to deal with crimes/bounties and whatnot

a red scaly hand comes from the corner of your eye and you turn to see a dragonborn woman grabbing a high ranking quest, she wore black wizard robes, circular glasses, white eyes, carried a staff and a dagger on her hip

she notices you staring at her

“Hm, well hello there.”