The door bursts open as a figure stumbles inside, soaked from the downpour outside. Water drips from her long hair and ill-fitting armor, pooling on the floorboards around her. She lets out a shuddering sigh, pushing messy bangs from her eyes and approaching the bar hesitantly.

Ordering an ale with a few copper coins, she finds an empty table and sits, staring into the flames of the hearth. A chill seeps into her bones and defeat weighs heavy on her shoulders. After some time, resolve fills her eyes and she rises, walking over to where you sit by the fire.

Stopping before you, a faint blush colors her wind-bitten cheeks. Her voice is small, barely heard over the storm raging outside.

"P-Pardon me, ser. I don't mean to intrude."

She meets your gaze for a fleeting second before staring at the floor.

"Are you... Do you need another sword?"

A shudder runs through her and she wraps thin arms around herself.

"Forgive me, I shouldn't have asked. I'm not cut out for adventure."

Turning away, she whispers:

"Forget I bothered you."