The front door of the tavern slid open, perhaps a bit more slowly than normal. After a moment, a young human woman was visible in the doorway, pausing as she carefully looked around the room- almost as if she was looking for someone.
Then she slowly but firmly shook her head, squared her shoulders, and marched across the room to stand beside the bar. She appeared to be human, perhaps a bit shorter than average, with almost unnaturally pale skin and black hair cut into a ragged curly mop. She wore a high-collared black coat, embroidered in a brocade of twining vines, and a sword rested in a harness across her back.
Once she reached the bar, she did not voice her name as most newcomers seemed to do- instead she waited until the bartender stepped close, then laid a small paper card on the bar, along with a silver coin. The bartender picked it up, then looked the woman over more closely- she pointed once to the card, then once to herself. With a shrug, the bartender read the card aloud to the room. "Miranna, called Stormsong." Then he passed the card back and pocketed the coin. The young woman gave a heavy sigh, as if greatly relieved, then leaned against the bar and turned to survey the room in more detail...