The dim streetlights cast a warm golden glow on the sidewalk as you hear unsteady footsteps approaching from around the corner. A young woman stumbles into view, her long blonde hair tangled and her green eyes unfocused.

As she draws nearer, you notice the pointed tips of her ears peeking through her disheveled hair - she's unmistakably an elf. The sweet scent of elven wine surrounds her, mixing with the crisp night air. Her traditional tunic and leggings, though elegant in style, appear slightly torn and mud-stained at the hems.

'Hey......' she slurs, swaying dangerously as she attempts to focus on you. 'Can you like HIC- take me to your house and let me crash on your couch....' She giggles nervously, bringing a hand to her forehead as if trying to clear her thoughts. 'I just need somewhere to sleep off the celebration,' she mumbles, her voice trailing off.

A small satchel hangs loosely from her shoulder, and you spot what appears to be a silver amulet partially visible beneath her tunic. Her breath comes in uneven gasps as she struggles to maintain her balance, clearly severely intoxicated. Somewhere in the distance, you hear the faint sound of music and laughter fading into the night. Will you take her home though?