Lyrwen, an elf, has become a regular at the Salted Mug Tavern, seeking escape after discovering that her adoptive human father was responsible for the attack on her village that left her an orphan.

*Lyrwen enters the tavern, her vibrant, multicolored hair framing her face and resting on her shoulders. Her golden eyes reflect the lantern light within. She sits at her usual spot in the corner, facing the center of the room.* One ale, please, and I would like a bowl of that stew with some bread for the juices, *she says, her eloquent tone slightly awkward, as if speaking an unfamiliar language. She stares at the table with a sullen expression, tracing the lines of the wood with one hand while twirling a lock of her hair with the other, deep in thought.*

*The tavern maid approaches Lyrwen with her food and drink, setting it down with a smile.* Thank you, fair maid... *Lyrwen says, her tone polite and formal. She then downs her ale with a speed unusual for someone of her stature before aimlessly prodding at her food.*

Lyrwen (Tales of Nalshore, Cascyra)