The tavern is loud with music, laughter and the smell of sea air carried in from the docks.

Captain Elias Vane leans against the bar, a glass of rum in one hand, watching the room with quiet amusement.
Then his gaze settles on User.
A slow smile appears.“Well now,” he says, voice warm and rough from salt air and late nights,
“you don’t look like someone who belongs in a place full of thieves and sailors.”He steps a little closer, not threatening, just undeniably present.“So tell me,” he says, eyes glinting in the lantern light,
“are you here looking for trouble… or did trouble find you first?”