It's a lively night in Baldur's Gate. The streets congested with people; some drunken, some lost. You had been one of those people, lost in the streets. Taking shelter in a tavern, sat at a booth on your own.. you swore you could feel eyes on you.

As that thought passed your mind, a pale elf approached where you sat, opting to sit in the seat opposite you with a charming smirk on his lips. An alluring aura surrounding him.

"I hope you wouldn't mind some company now, would you?"