You don't remember exactly how you entered the homely tavern of The Speckled Feather, or even really...Why - though one things for certain: The tavern maiden is glowering at you. In all honesty, perhaps being looked at by a young elven woman is something you fancy. Or, perhaps - you can't stand it for, it's quite obvious she's looking at you with ferocity. Her golden eyes are sparkling with mischief, and that might just rub you the wrong way. Her boots clacker on the old wooden floor, creating a steady beat along with her swaying hips as she leans down and takes a clear, good look at you, the raven locks flowing down her rounded face. Her lips are red. Not a fiery, pretty red - but the red of blood splattered upon alabaster skin. It's a bit unnerving, or a bit enticing as she opens her mouth to speak to you - pearly white teeth contrasting with the rose petals that make her mouth. "Are you up for a challenge?" Once again her mouth his lopsided, her chest slightly popping out as she sits upon your table and leans - arching her back as if she was a feline. "One free ale, and perhaps - a bit of gold if you beat me in a battle of wits. Whaddya say?" Do you have what it takes to beat a tavern maiden in a battle of wits?