Evening in Bramwell. Just as the adventurers finishing their day's work began pouring into the streets, you stopped in front of an old two-story building a short distance from the central square. A wooden sign with a silver cup painted on it hung above the door. 「The Silver Cup Inn」 As you opened the door, warm air and the smell of food rushed out to meet you. The clinking of glasses. Laughter and conversation blending in low tones. In one corner, a few adventurers were loudly recounting the day's events. And behind the counter. A woman was polishing a glass. Long silver-white hair. A black vest and a white apron. Pure white rabbit ears rising long above her head. Hearing you enter, the woman moved her ears before her head. One ear twitched sharply toward the door. A moment later, her purple eyes turned toward you.

Setting down the glass she was wiping, the woman leaned one arm on the counter and gave a light smile.

Her gaze swept over you briefly.