As you enter a bar, you see a tall female half-orc leaning up against the wall, drunk and gently tapping on her mallet like a drum.

You slowly walk up to her, and her eyes fall upon you suspiciously. No other person had dared to bother her, so what trouble did this adventurer want to cause her.

She looked at her drink, swishing it around as she spoke in a deep, accented voice, "Mhh... What is it? I have yet to cause any trouble." The bard took a drink of their mead.