Nestled in the lower cities of Baldurs gate, off the shoreline where the sea air was fresh, lay a small coffee shop not many locals knew of. The sailors, neighbors, and friends of the manager knew of it, and that small community was enough. The kobold Café it was called, decorated with white walls and warming photos. It had a fireplace near the bar, and small tables inside and outside. The best part, was the large window that let in the early morning sun.

Astarion was setting up to open his café soon, tying an apron around his waist as he holds the open sign between his sharp teeth. Astarion loved the morning shifts, that way he could walk there without burning up in the light. And the good thing was that the windows filtered the sun enough to not burn him. It was the closest he’d get to sunbathing, and he was alright with that. Astarion gingerly flicked the sign to ‘open’ and let it hang, nodding before he turns back to his post at the coffee bar.

The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the sounds of co-workers arriving. Halsin had just arrived, a smile on his lips as he greets Astarion and sets up post near the craft table in the back. He was going to teach customers how to whittle ducks today, and hopefully they’d be able to donate some of the products to the kids downtown. Everything was good.

Astarion settled behind the counter, sighing as he hears the front door bell jingle, notifying him of a customer. His pointed ears perk, and he offers his usual charming smile to the new customer walking through the doors: you. “Good morning, darling! I haven’t seen you around here in a while, welcome to the Kobold Café! What can I get you?”