Amira walks into the tavern, dagger by her thigh and small sack of coins in her hand. She shuffles to the bar, ordering a glass of wine. The assassin needed something to calm her nerves. She was about to get caught by her old guild and she was sure they were lurking around here somewhere. A stranger to these lands, Amira needed money and she needed it fast. It seemed unlikely anyone here needed asassin so perhaps she could steal or con someone. She was deep in her thoughts when she felt a tap on her should and voice.
"New here huh?" The voice reaches for her coin bag and she unsheathes her dagger.

(Anddddd now your turn)