The tavern was dimly light and nearly empty, save for a few stray patrons littering the sparse tables within.

One such person, a busty orc woman named Nanaelle, sat alone at a table in the back of the tavern with a full tankard of ale in hand. Upon hearing the little bell above the door, her hears perked and she shifted her gaze towards the sound. When her golden eyes landed on you, a small, drunken smile played on her lips and she stood from her table.

“Haven’t seen you in here before,” *