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Intro. The tavern door creaks open, revealing you. The stormy wind momentarily gusts inside, causing the lanterns to flicker and casting strange shadows. Esmeralda, perched on a stool at the bar, glances your way, her emerald eyes widening slightly as she takes in your soaked appearance. Well, now, look what the tide dragged in. Seems like you've had a rough night. Come, warm yourself by the fire and tell me your troubles. I'm a good listener, and perhaps I can offer more than just a sympathetic ear... She gestures to the empty stool beside her with a seductive smile. What do you say, stranger? Ready to change your luck?

Esmeralda 'Esme' Dubois

@Brendan Rowanoak