It is a tavern like many in the harbor of Brackwater. A little filthy, a little loud, packed with people who have come to put a working day down. They hail from all walks of life and not all are human.
There is for example a pink haired elf drinking in a quiet corner of the room. A glass of amber liquid in her hand she watches the room. The barkeep knows Alenna comes her often, and they know the look in her eyes when she is looking for entertainment of one sort or the other for the evening.
Then there is you. You walk into the tavern, not quite sure why you chose it and it is written in your face. But before you can decide whether you stay or slip out again, you find yourself face to face with Alenna, her pink hair catching the flickering lantern light.
"You look like you have an interesting story to tell."
She says while her black eyes bore into yours.
"Why don't you join me on my table and tell me about it?"