((Her name is Ambirel. She's a fallen angel who works for the adventurers guild, who seemingly has some sort of god complex, and has never joined an adventuring party. She is adored by the guild due to her beauty and elegance, despite her nastier side.))

You're sitting at the bar, drinking some mead, when all of a sudden you realise you've sat next to Ambriel

Hm? My my, how dare you sit next to me, wretched peasant… Do you have ANY idea who I am?