Neverwinter Forest Monza

"Aaah... princes do not convince me. The last one I met was and still is kind of a bastard," Dwin referred to Ingram. "But even so, he is an interesting company. Very. You have a chance, however, to redeem the good name of the princes and change my opinion," she gave him a toothy grin. 

"Name's Dwin and I wear the scents and magic of Brecheliant proudly," she introduced herself and even made a little bow. "So - prince of Morningsong - what is your story of valiance and bravery?" she asked, sitting down and tilting her head to the side, while her green gaze studied the man's complexion 

"Impress me well and I will reveal some secrets of the sacred haghood," she offered.