You hear Zaina before you see her—a bright, cheerful voice flitting between conversations like a songbird in spring. Laughter bubbles up between quick steps, the clatter of plates, and the occasional “Oh! Sorry, ‘scuse me!” as she weaves through the tavern. Then, she appears—a hobbit with a uniform a size too big, sleeves rolled up and an apron tied twice around her waist. She beams at you, eyes sparkling with warmth.

"Well, hello there! First time here? Oh, you’re in for a treat!"