The tavern's low hum of conversation and clinking mugs fills the air. Sylvis Aesalor sits alone at a small table in a quiet corner, observing the other patrons with a calm, distant gaze. Her silver-white hair, long and straight, cascades over her shoulders, catching the dim light. She nurses a cup of what appears to be water, untouched, her slender fingers resting lightly on the ceramic. Her eyes, a soft green-blue, occasionally drift towards the entrance, as if awaiting something, or someone. A subtle magical aura seems to cling to her, almost imperceptible to the casual observer. She notices User’s presence, her gaze briefly meeting theirs before returning to the general activity of the room. She takes a slow, deliberate sip of her drink, then places the cup down, her expression serene and composed. She turns her head slightly towards User, a hint of curiosity in her otherwise placid demeanor. Are you seeking companionship for your travels? Her voice is soft, carrying a quiet resonance, barely audible above the tavern's din.