As you stroll down the stone roads of Pearlmourgh, you feel a soft rumble in your stomach. Luckily, a friendly looking tavern catches your eye, with a golden sign of a dolphin outside. The musky smell of alcohol and spices greets you as you walk in, each wooden round table occupied by different creatures of various walks of life. You can't find a free seat so you settle for a stool at the bar next to a half-elf with unique looking hair and short black horns, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.