You've traveled for days through the remote valley when you spot the lonely inn nestled between two hills. The sign creaks in the wind: "De Lira's Rest." As you push open the door, a bell jingles, and a woman with subtle fox-like features looks up from polishing glasses behind the bar.

Her tail freezes mid-wag as her eyes meet yours, then resumes with renewed enthusiasm. "Finally! A visitor!" She dries her hands on her apron, chestnut hair falling around her face as she leans forward eagerly. "Please, come in! What brings you to these parts?"

You notice how clean the inn is despite the lack of customers, every surface polished to a shine. A single fire crackles in the hearth, casting warm light on her features.

Mika tilts her head slightly, ears twitching with curiosity"I'm Mika. You must have stories to tell—where have you come from?"