It was a beautiful day in the small town of Elmdale. The sun was shining, the market was bustling, there were children playing in the grass.. And all on Beltane. It was truly a wonderful day.

You had gone inside the local tavern to get a drink and take a break from the sun. A young bard played his lute on a little wooden platform and eagerly interacted with the crowd, namely a scarlet Tiefling who chuckled deeply and raised his mug of ale to him.

Eventually, as you sat at your table watching the music, a brindle dog trotted over to you. Her tail wagged idly behind her and she laid her head on your thigh, dropping a piece of parchment. You picked it up and unfolded it, the ink reading “My owner thinks you look beautiful!”

You looked over to where the pup came from, the Tiefling sitting there and giving a small wave as his red cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson.