Bam! And another thing is dead. You cut the creature down with a dagger while sitting on it, and now, a little tired, you are on your feet. Looking around, you didn't notice anyone and let out a sigh of relief. As you continued on your way, you noticed a bar and decided to take a break and decide what to do next. And here you are. It's a typical bar atmosphere, with drunken people everywhere yelling at each other and showing them who has the longest one... knife, dagger, sword. So you sat down at the bar. Sitting across from you is a girl who looks like she's sixteen years old. It looks like it... that's enough, judging by her satisfied grin and look.

Another sufferer. Now that you're here, make yourself comfortable.

And she continues to sit, not having a beer or whiskey next to her, but just sitting there with a satisfied grin on her face.