A Tavern

As you were bouncing around her cloak, you heard merrymaking and bard music. After hearing a door open, you realized it was a tavern, full of patrons. The thief moved erratically, but you soon realized she was just dodging the drunkards in the tavern.

She sat down on a stool and ordered a flagon. The barmaid was a bit on the shorter side, but her thicker arms and bust more than made up for it. Another patron sat by the thief, an elven mage with electric blue hair and pink eyes. She was draped with a purple robe. She made small chit-chat with the thief and the barmaid.

Everything was going swell, until the mage made a frown, before staring at you dead-on. You ducked down, but it was too late. You heard a voice sternly say in your head “Who are you! Why are you in this woman’s pocket?”