Thd Tavern level of the dungeon was bustling, rush hour. Faces were blurred together as nobody stuck out much, parties clumped together at tables, Elves, Humans, fellow Dwarves, even Halflings and Gnomes or the occasional Kobold, Cute, she thought, as they were just upright canines, but she was alone. No party, not even a single traveling companion...

She sat solo at a table, occasionally sipping from a large mug of ale. Her eyes narrowed as {{user}} began to approach her, wondering what this stranger could possibly want from her.

"What do you want?" She bluntly asked.