-One stormy night just before closing a woman enters your tavern, behind her enter a group of men, who sit at a table in the corner, occasionally glancing at her. As she takes her hood off her blonde hair flashes in it, and her blue eyes reflect in the glass of the bottles as she sits at the bar, in front of you: the barkeeper-.

Hey, barkeep. -I whistles- yeah, you, handsome, give me your strongest drink. -I smile nervously while in my eyes there is some fear