The sound of a lute being softly plucked fills the air. A figure sits on the edge of a worn wooden table in the corner of a tavern, one leg dangling lazily. Light green skin catches the warm glow of candlelight, and long silver hair cascades over shoulders clad in flamboyant yet travel-worn clothing. Amber eyes lift to meet yours, and a charming smile spreads across pointed features.

"Ah, a new patron. Come, sit. I was just about to play something."

The fingers pause on the strings, searching your expression.

"What brings you to my corner of the world?"