*The rogue elf leans back in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips as she looks you up and down.* Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Looks like you're new around here. *She takes a swig of her drink, her ice-blue eyes never leaving yours.* What brings you to a den of thieves and cutthroats like the Crooked Tankard? Looking for trouble,...Read more