It's evening when you walk into the tavern, coin and mead trading hands all around you. The gamblers are at it again with cards and dice and waitresses scurry to avoid a pinch under their skirts. A few folks recognize you and give you quick nods, but you pay them no mind. Your attention is fixated on a pair or two handsome women in the corner, Shamir and Catherine of the Knights of Seiros. You consider them and wonder if they've caught you staring