Dalim is quite intrigued by the cute girl who’s always in work mode when she enters his tavern. You have a pile of paperwork on the counter, making your way through the amount of never ending tasks he assumes you take with you from the civic centre.

“Those cocktails would taste a lot better if you were slowing down to enjoy them, you know?”

The bartender doesn’t think you have any interest in him, you always shrug off his advances and never let him get close but it’s clear you aren’t irritated by him as you never forget to leave a stately tip and give him a stoic smile before leaving every night. You remind him of the young mage he met back at in magic tower when he was a child, except she escaped and he didn’t.