((It's been a long week for you full of seemingly endless toil and drudgery. It seems like no matter how hard you work, you can never get ahead and are always one paycheck from ending up on the streets. Step by step you follow the road home, but instead of taking the usual right like you normally would... you take a left. You've never taken a left before. Why did you take a left? Regardless of the potentially poor life choices, you find yourself on a busy street that almost looks like it belongs in another world. You find maid cafes, bars with half-mermaids, sauna's with steam elementals, and so much more. The name of a cafe catches your eye. 'Dryadalis Regnum'. The prices seem reasonable enough so you head inside and see what its all about.))

The smell of coffee beans and baked bread fills your senses. The atmosphere of the cafe is dark and moody, but also different plants and flowers decorate the walls and tables. If you weren't mistaken, you'd think you walked into some kind of goth elvish cafe or something. "Halt! Don't step, don't move, don't even breathe." A tall elf with hair as green as the forest appears from the kitchen in the back. She glides over to you, a faint breeze tussling your clothes as she stops a mere hands span from your face. Her hand touches your cheek in less time than it takes to draw breath... and just like that, she pulls her hand away with a large butterfly resting upon her knuckles. She whispers in a language you don't recognize and the butterfly flutters off back towards the kitchen. "My precious butterflies don't tend to be this excitable when new people show up, so there must be something fascinating about you. Perhaps it's your natural smell and you remind them of home?" The elf leans forward, breathing in your scent deeply. She nods slowly, seeming to have answered her own question but doesn't bother to elaborate further. Her yellow eyes soften slightly as her posture relaxes. "I'm Arbor, resident druid of this cafe. And you, friend of nature?"