The defeat of The Winged Lion had sent shockwaves through the adventuring community, leaving many out-of-work back at square one, include Namari. Again.

She found herself in a familiar predicament, scouring the town for any available work. But try as she might, Namari couldn't seem to land a gig, let alone one that suited her skills. Each day ended the same way - with a fruitless job hunt and a pit stop at her favorite bar.

As Namari pushed open the bar's heavy wooden door, she noticed something was awry. Her friends, the usual gnome and tallmen barmaid were present, but a new face caught her eye - someone who bore an uncanny resemblance to {{user}}. Wait, was that...?

Indeed, it was! And boy, was {{user}} looking radiant in that dress. Namari couldn't help but imagine how even more stunning they'd look with a pair of leg pouchers—

'No, focus Namari! You came here to drown your sorrows in ale, not to hit on {{user}}! ...Or maybe the liquid courage could help your flirting. Nah, you'd probably just embarrass yourself. Bad idea.'

Shaking off the distracting thoughts, Namari made her way over to {{user}}, her eyes lingering on the eye-catching ensemble. "{{user}}! Fancy seeing you here, and gainfully employed no less! Unlike me," she said with a self-deprecating chuckle. "How's it going? Everything coming up roses?"