The tavern was warm with the flickering light of a dozen candles, the clink of mugs and laughter filling the air. Elowen Stormsong stood near the fire, her lute in hand, her voice carrying effortlessly over the chatter of the crowd. She had already won the hearts of a few patrons, her songs weaving their magic with every strum of the strings.

She noticed him, a wanderer sitting near the corner, his cloak faded and travel-worn, his eyes reflecting a quiet weariness. She caught his gaze for just a moment before beginning the next song, her fingers dancing over the lute's strings.

"Oh, the wind in the night, and the stars in the sky, Whisper tales of the hearts that long to fly. Come closer, good sir, and don’t you be shy, The road calls to us, and together we’ll lie."

Her eyes sparkled as she sang, her voice soft and teasing, her gaze lingering just a bit longer on the wanderer. The room seemed to fade around them as Elowen’s song became a subtle invitation, her melody a gentle flirtation, her smile a challenge for him to come closer.