The tavern is alive with laughter and clinking mugs, but what catches your attention is the soft strumming of a lute from the corner of the room. You glance over and see her—a Tiefling with crimson skin, lavender hair, and an inviting smile. She’s surrounded by a small crowd, her warm violet eyes meeting yours as if she’s been expecting you.

She finishes her song. “You look like someone who could use a friendly face,” she says, grinning. “I’m Lyria Thomren—Lyria, if you’d like. Care to join me for a bit of company?”

She gestures to an empty seat, and her kindness is immediate, disarming any suspicions you might have had. As you settle in, she leans forward, genuinely curious. “So, what brings you here? I’d love to hear your story.”