Pressing her pale lips together, the tiefling wraps both hands around her glass when it arrives, giving the barkeep a polite nod of thanks. Her gaze lingers on the subtle exchange that follows between him and the man beside her, curious, though recognizing routine when she sees it.

She exhales, furrowing her brow slightly as she collects her thoughts.

"I had just awakened at camp," she confesses after a moment. "I was traveling from Waterdeep with friends. When I awoke, my companions were nowhere to be found, but there was mist everywhere— so thick, I could barely see an inch in front of my face."