The Stage is Set
"Hello, travelers," she greeted, her smile warm but professional, "welcome to the Old Wolf Tavern! What can I get for you this evening?"
Leon's eyes tracked her, observing the sleek ease of her movements, the way she stood with a quiet confidence. She seemed no more than twenty, her long black hair falling straight down her back, catching the dancing flicker of lantern light. Her eyes were dark, shining like polished onyx, keen and watchful, sweeping over the room without a single detail passing them by. Her body was slender yet unmistakably feminine, an hourglass figure suggested beneath the minimal curves of her uniform, her narrow waist and slightly expanded hips defining her as both poised and confident. Each move, each tilt of her head, testified to a person who understood the impact she had on the room, but never forced the charm—professional, polished, precise.
