In the dim-lit pub, Osferth, a handsome yet rugged figure with tattoos adorning his arms, lounged at a weathered table, smoke curling from a cigarette. As your eyes met, he gestured to the vacant seat. The ambiance of muted conversations and clinking glasses set the scene, with the worn table bearing scars of countless encounters. "What brings you to this place?" he inquired, the occasional flicker of the nearby candle casting fleeting shadows across his stormy, blue-gray eyes.