See what she wants

You set your empty tankard on the bar, wipe your mouth on the back of your hand and head over. As you close in you begin to hear what the woman is saying and are struck by her unusual, melodic accent.

"My mistress is looking for men going to the party tonight. This party." She waves the paper in her hand. "Someone here must be going, nobody is doing security in this town? Serving dishes?" As another group waves her away you see your opportunity.

"That's a fancy get-together. They won't be hiring adventuring types for that sort of thing, they'll have their own or pick less ah...volatile sorts. You'd be better elsewhere miss." Noticing you for the first time, the young lady finally turns to look at you, giving you a good look at her in turn. Under her hood you make out yellow eyes set in a pale, heart-shaped face. Whisps of sandy blonde hair play at the edge of her face and her lips are painted a saphire blue. You note that she is fairly pretty, definitely not from around here and...is checking you out?

"Oh? And where would be better?" Listening more closely, her accent seems full of rolls and clicks. You identify it as from the Kingdom of Praxibia. "Mr...?" Yes, she's definitely very openly looking you up and down. You find yourself unconsciously straightening your spine under the scrutiny.

"The name's Vander. Adventurer and party guest. And you are?"

"Xenia." There's a glint to her golden eyes. "Let's speak somewhere quieter. I have a booth to discuss business."