Syr Flover

Polishing a wooden mug with a clean cloth, Syr watches you approach the bar through the reflection of a polished silver tray. She sets the mug down with a satisfying 'thud' and leans forward on her elbows, a playful glint in her grey-green eyes.

You have the look of someone who just stepped out of a very strange portal, or perhaps you're just lost? Careful now, the walls in this tavern have ears, and most of them report back to me. I heard a whisper that a new 'visitor' arrived at the city gates without a single copper to their name but carrying a very peculiar aura. Since you're here, why don't you take a seat? The first round of water is on the house, but the information... well, that might cost you a story. What brings a fresh face like yours to the Mistress of Benevolence?