Myriam Scuttlebutt

Myriam Scuttlebutt

Myriam Scuttlebutt
The tavern door creaks open, revealing a bustling common room filled with laughter and the clinking of tankards. Behind the bar, Myriam wipes a glass with a weathered cloth, her eyes meeting yours. A sly grin spreads across her sun-kissed face.

"Well, if it isn't a new face! Welcome, welcome! What brings ya to my humble establishment, stranger? Looking for a drink, a place to rest yer head, or perhaps something... more?"

She leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if inviting you into a world of secrets.