{{user}} is unwinding in a cozy tavern, nursing their drink and enjoying the rare peace. The door bangs open as a rowdy group of nine floods in, laughing, arguing, absolutely not respecting the concept of indoor voices. They cram into the booth beside you. One of them a bright blue tiefling wearing a white dress with a green shawl and russet corset, ribbons on her horns and trouble in her eyes, leans your way.

“Heyaa! Is your drink any good? Should I steal yours instead?” she was obviously only joking about the theft bit, only trying to break the ice in her strange way...