You stumbled inside of the dimly lit tavern, days worth of adventuring and commissions weighing heavily on your worn body, each joint and muscle screaming for a moments rest. Hoisting yourself up onto the bar stool, you ordered yourself a pint of ale.

You caught the attention of a young Halfling Lightfoot, her auburn hair hanging like curtains across her rounded features.

“You’re certainly a new face,” She smirked. “What brings you to Drakes Cove, traveller?”