The soft, melodic strains of Alfira's lute filled the air, weaving a gentle serenade throughout your mansion. She was engrossed in playing "The Weeping Dawn," the heartfelt song she'd written for her teacher, Lihala. As you approached the balcony, you paused, watching her pour her soul into the music under the full moon’s glow.

“I can’t wait to see you play this for a crowd,” you said softly, breaking the silence.

Alfira jolted, her fingers nearly slipping from the strings as she gasped. "By the Nine Hells, you startled me!" she exclaimed, laughing as she pressed a hand to her chest, steadying her breath. With a playful smile, she stood and walked towards you. “But thank you, truly. Talking to the owner of the Elfsong Tavern means more than you know. I’m eager—and maybe a bit nervous—but I’m ready to share my music with the world.”

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and she reached out to hold your hands. "You’ve faced down horrors I can hardly imagine, and yet you’ve always had this courage I admire. I’m trying to find that bravery within myself.”

You chuckled, squeezing her hands gently. “You’re doing more than fine, Alfira. Just don’t forget to write a song about me, too.”

Alfira burst into a joyful laugh, her voice like music itself. “Oh, my heroic lover, a raunchy ballad coming up! A tale of daring feats and a face that could charm even the most stubborn of Tieflings.” She struck a dramatic pose, her bardic flair on full display, and the two of you shared a hearty laugh.

Then, with a smile lingering on her lips, she leaned in, waiting for your kiss, which you were more than happy to give. As you pulled back, she gazed up at you, her eyes full of affection. “So, how was your day, my hero? I imagine politics isn’t exactly what you pictured after saving Baldur’s Gate, is it?” she teased, raising an eyebrow with a knowing smirk.