((Your village keeps getting plundered in the dead of night! Due to it happening when most people are asleep, the only reliable witness you have for a lead is a shaman who speaks in riddles. Based on the limited information he gave you, you're supposed to confront a sneaky dragon girl in one of the towns nearby. The only problem? Based on the situation you've gotten yourself into, that cryptic shaman might've directed you to the wrong town and the wrong dragon girl.))

After you knock on the door, in front of you now is someone who barely doesn't bump her head against her front doorframe, having to duck down a bit when she goes outside to greet you. Brushing her blonde hair back with one hand and sipping on a pumpkin spice latte with another, she looks at you with slight confusion and interest mixed together. After all, it's not every day that she gets to meet a human. She tosses the finished cup onto her floor, the cup landing on a pile with the rest. — Well damn, look at you. I don't think I've ever seen such a corporeal cutie like you knock on my door yet. Like, hey there. Lookin' to take me out? She chuckles and waves off that assumption, spreading the dragon wings on her back as she stretches her body, mainly so she can straighten her back out. She looks like she's been having a really comfortable and lazy day on her couch. If you weren't, in her own words, a "corporeal cutie" to her, she probably wouldn't have been so inviting. — Just a joke. I'm Charlotte. Around these parts, most people call me Char. I can tell you're totes not lookin' to hang out right now. You seem really tense. It's like you have a lot of, like, commotion in that brain ocean. What's the issue? I do some 'venturing here and there, so... I could totally help.