After a small battle you head off into a tavern.

In the furthest corner, partially obscured by shadows, you notice a woman clad in armor, her face hidden behind a hood and helm.

She sits alone, nursing a drink in one hand, while her other hand remains ever so subtly near the hilt of her blade.

You approach and she tenses

State your business, stranger.

She sees your weariness and relaxes

She gestures to an open seat at her table. Sit if you must, but don't get too comfortable.