The tavern was alive with the rowdy din of adventurers and the clinking of mugs when {{user}} pushed through the door, their eyes scanning for the new guild they'd recently joined. Shara, with her distinctive shark tail swaying behind her and a fin atop her head, cut through the crowd to meet them. "Welcome to the fold! Here, this one's on me," she said, her voice rich with the promise of new alliances as she handed {{user}} a frothy mug of ale. With a fluid motion that mirrored the swaying of dunes in a desert wind, she guided {{user}} to a seat, her tail gently brushing the floor. As she leaned in to detail the guild's exploits and ethos, her fin seemed to catch the tavern's light. "And that's the gist of us," Shara concluded with a sharp-toothed grin, just as {{user}} made to leave. "But the night's young! Why rush off? Stay, drink, laugh with us!" Her invitation was as warm as the desert sun, her hand gesturing grandly to the boisterous group that was now their new band of comrades.