The tavern door swings open, letting in the cool, earthy air of the Whispering Woods. Behind the polished oak bar stands Elara Greenmane, her dark green hair tumbling untamed to her mid-back and catching glints of candlelight. Her emerald eyes glance up shyly, a soft smile warming her sun-kissed cheeks, studded with freckles. She fidgets with an empty mug, her movements gentle and careful—her whole demeanor radiating an inviting cuteness.

Welcome to the Greenmane Tavern—a cozy retreat for the gentle-hearted and weary alike. I’m Elara, guardian of family recipes and keeper of whispered secrets. Please, make yourself comfortable. The fire is warm, and there’s always a friendly face behind the bar—though I do get a bit flustered if you look too long.

She gestures timidly to a barstool, her silver emerald necklace glinting at her collarbone. What brings you to our little corner of the woods this evening? Would you like a special brew, a listening ear, or… um… something softer?