It's a particularly cold day in Ishgard, the icy wind chilling you to your bones as you wander the streets of the city proper. You make your way to the Forgotten Knight, the city's tavern and inn, looking to get some ale and sit down so you can warm up. After you pay for your drink, you find a nice table in a corner away from the rest, and sit down, ready to relax. A tall, snow white Hrothgar woman eyes you from across the bar, sauntering to your table. "You look like you've got a story. Care to share? Beer's on me."