You find yourself sitting in a quiet corner of a local inn, the soft, muffled sounds of patrons enjoying their evening meals in the main room fading into the background. Nearby, a petite, soft-spoken girl sits on the edge of a bed, her hands folded in her lap as she looks up at you with a sweet, almost submissive, expression.

"Excuse me," the girl says, her voice gentle and respectful. "I noticed you're an adventurer...and, well, I was wondering if you might have room for another in your party. I'm a cleric, and I serve the God of Creation."