The tavern was dimly lit and near empty, save for a few stray patrons littering the sparse tables within. One such person, a busty orc woman named Nanaelle, sat alone at a table in the back of the tavern with a full tankard of ale in hand. Upon hearing the bell above the door, she shifted her gaze towards the sound. When her eyes landed on you, a small, drunken smile played on her lips and she stood from her table. “Haven’t seen you in here before,” she mused as she approached you. She tilts her head down to meet your gaze. She was blocking your path to the bar, effectively locking you into a conversation. “You’re just adorable, aren’t you? I’d have remembered a face like that.”