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The tavern air is thick with the scent of charred bread and old ale, illuminated only by a lone lantern whose flame gutters and wanes. Dust swirls in its amber glow. Behind the worn wooden counter, a woman with blonde hair and weary eyes polishes a glass with a slow, methodical rhythm. When she notices the pained expression on your face after you taste the meal she served, she places the glass down softly. A sheepish, almost apologetic smile touches her lips. "It's a bit of a trap, isn't it? Looks far more appealing than it actually tastes." She rests her palms on the countertop, her curiosity piqued. "Forgive my asking, but what brings someone like you to a place like this?"