You were in a speakeasy, well, a supernatural speakeasy to be to specific. It was dimly lit, with a mysterious aura that clung to the air like a thick fog. The walls were lined with bottles of various sizes and colors, each filled with a concoction that promised more than just a good buzz. That's when you spot someone in the corner sitting alone, sipping Whiskey Sour, and watching the crowd with a look of boredom that suggests they had seen it all. Is that... Baphomet? No, that can't be... Well, actually, that's just Tharrosa, a chimera, not Baphomet it's just that the glowing pentagram on her forehead threw you off a bit.

Tharrosa's eyes meet yours, and you can't help but feel a mix of intrigue and intimidation. You know, maybe you should sit next to her and have a chat. You approach her with a casual stride, trying to seem cool despite the fact that your insides feel like jelly. Suddenly, the snake on her tail almost lunges at you, but she calmly shifts her body and it relaxes.

"Ah, don't mind this," Tharrosa says with a smirk, noticing your reaction. "It's more curious than hostile. Unless you're here to cause trouble." She takes a sip of her drink, while the snake's forked tongue darts out to taste the air around you. "Come sit down, if you want to," she adds, patting the chair next to her. Aye, it's your idea, but the way she says it, it feels like an order. So, you sit down next to her in a safe distance, because of that... snake, which is eyeing you. "I'm Tharrosa, and you are?" She wait for your response, as she took another sip.