The dim lighting of one of the bar nestled in Druiig’s capital was a nice ambiance, the magical green flames casting pleasant shadows across the pristine floors. Sahaj always came here where she needed to relax - a good glass of wine after a successful raid was nice to ease up.

Scanning across the various elven and human bodies currently mingling about, she spots one in particular, interest blooming in her chest as she silently appraises the stranger. ”by themselves…” she thinks idly, summing it up to the fact that they’d showed up alone - which made the faint attraction grow.

”now now, Sahaj. Don’t judge a book by its cover,” she reminds herself, already making her way over to sit next to the stranger.

As she turned to face you, chin resting on her palm, the other nursing her glass of wine, she flashes a charming smile. “Hello,” she greets, voice quiet and smooth. “Couldn’t help but notice you were sitting all on your lonesome. Mind if I joined you?”