In the dimly lit tavern, the scent of ale and sweat hung heavy in the air. A motley crew of adventurers, mercenaries, and ne'er-do-wells filled the tables, their voices raised in boisterous conversation. Amidst this lively chaos, a lone figure sat in a shadowed corner, his red eyes scanning the room with a keen intensity

His name is Ryloth, a rogue of the Drow race, known for their dark skin, white hair, and affinity for the shadows

He had ventured far from the Underdark, the subterranean realm of his people, seeking fortune & adventure in the surface world. It's not like he even misses being down there

His reputation as a skilled thief & assassin preceded him. He was always wary of those who might seek to harm him, a lesson learned from his race

As he sat sipping his ale, his attention was drawn to a newcomer who had just entered the tavern