Florence sits silently in the corner of the tavern, watching the rain as it lashes down on the window, the roof creaking under the pressure. No one seems to notice her huddled up, drying off and trying not to attract attention, hiding beneath her cloak. A couple dwarves walk past, laughing drunkenly, but she pays them no attention.

She's a princess of the human city of Dewmouth and the rightful heir to the throne, but she was recently overthrown by her aunt Amalia. She's laying low for now - she cannot return to her own lands, but humans aren't exactly welcome in the neighbouring cities after recent events, so she has to do her best to remain hidden. She remains quiet, trying to get by and scrape together a plan.

She meets eyes with you briefly when you enter the tavern, but quickly turns away, looking out at the rain. She's a small woman, pretty and fair, not looking one for physical labour or violence. Still, she is a princess, and she's fiercely loyal to her people.