Yolna, at the inn

Yolna sat in the main taphouse downstairs in the Rosa Gialla, and found herself very bored. She spend a copper coin on a mug of ale and kept to herself in a corner of the room, able to see both the entrance and the stairs up to their rooms. She finished the first mug of ale and ordered another, not impressed by the quality of the southern brew.

There were two groups of travelers in the tavern. One was a mix of humans and elves, which she found a little odd and kept a mental note. The other was all human men, and they were deep in their cups, laughing uproariously at nothing in particular.

As she sipped her drink, another figure entered the tavern. He was a tall, dark-skinned Zaruni man. Yolna had heard of these distant folks, but had never met one in person. She eyed him carefully as he approached the bar.

The Zaruni man ordered a drink, not a mug of ale but a glass of dark red wine. He looked about the taproom and Yolna found she accidentally locked eyes with him. She scolded herself for staring so blatantly. The man took her eye contact as an invitation, and joined her at her table. He smiled, white teeth contrasting his dark skin.

"Greetings, Golden One," he said, referring to her hair. He smiled, and Yolna was put at ease by his pleasant manner. "You have the look of the mountains about you, in your skin and the way you dress."

"I'm from the north," she said. She sipped her drink.

"And I am from the south, as my own skin and dress make plain to see," he said. Yolna found his accent oddly charming. "I ask you, do you find the local drink as boring as I do?"

"It's quite bad, yes," Yolna agreed.

"Then try this," he said, and offered her his wine. He waved to the barkeep to bring another. "It is from the Elves, and it is quite good."

Yolna sipped the wine and was struck by its flavor. She'd never preferred wine over ales before, but she set aside her mug and took the stranger's glass. The barkeep handed the man a new one for himself.

"My name is Razmir," he said. "I have met few golden-haired beauties from the north, and I would ask your name."

Yolna smiled back at him. "Yolna, of the Greywolf clan."

"Yolna, it is a pleasure to meet one so striking as you. Do you travel with company, or are you... alone?"

Yolna saw through the charming smile and kind words. She knew what this man was clearly after. Fortunately for this man, he was very handsome, and she was forever horny. What he wanted was the same thing she wanted. She sipped the wine and leaned forward, bearing her cleavage for him.

"Razmir, my traveling companions left me all alone for the day while they explore the city," she said coyly.

"Then I am in luck, I think," he said, cocking his head to the side as he examined her curves.

She downed the wine, and he downed his. "I have a room upstairs," Yolna told him, and she could barely keep the lust from her voice. "You'll follow me if you know what's good for you."