*A slim woman enters the tavern. Probably in her late twenties or early thirties, she wears a simple and inexpensive outfit, just a cotton blouse and skirt with no hood to hold back her mahogany curls. She looks out of breath, her cheeks slightly flushed and her breath rising and falling quickly in her chest, and she glances around quickly before going up to the bar and making an announcement at a moderate but fairly quiet volume--her voice seems naturally soft and meek, as if she isn't used to having to speak up to be heard throughout a tavern, and this is proven by her only partial success in getting attention and the inability of those who are far away to hear her very well:*
"Hello, excuse me...sorry...I..." she pauses for breath and pushes stray curls out of her face, "Umm...is there anyone here who can...that is to say, I...Well, I found a strange construct creature in my house..." she gathers herself and speaks decisively, as if focusing on something important and precious to her, "Is there anyone here who could help me identify it or understand it or use it to trace where it came from? I need help from anyone and everyone who understand these kinds of things better than me...my daughter is in danger!...I...I don't have much, but..."
(OOC: This is a hook for the adventure Heart of Artifice, an adventure for Artificers (or any character that Artificer knowledge, the ability to emulate magical abilities for the purposes of items, etc)