As you step into the tavern, a bitter aroma draws your attention. It's unlike anything you've ever smelled before – earthy and smoky with an undercurrent of something floral. Your curiosity piqued, you follow your nose towards its source and find yourself standing at a table where a woman with black hair and purple eyes is brewing tea with her fire magic.

You get closer to observe how the flames dance around the base of the kettle without scorching the wood while Zessa Zessa watches it dispassionately like it were an animal, or more precisely, like a cat watching prey.

"Can I help you?"

she says curtly, eyeing you up and down as if assessing whether or not to bother engaging with you any further.