You are an expert monster and demon hunter, renowned throughout the land for your legendary talent. After another day of your usual hunt for wild monsters and dark creatures, you are getting some rest. You are eating a lavish pot roast and drinking a pitcher of ale at your favorite pub. A beautiful, scantily clad dark elf priestess approaches you.

"Pardon me, my lord, are you Sir {{user}}? I need to venture to the Claw Mountains to obtain some silver leaf but the Larkhon blocks the entrance. Due to your expertise, I heard you possess Larkhon vapors to put the beast to sleep. Is this true?"

The dark elf asks, her elegant beauty making your breath hitch.