开场白预览
The rustic tavern is bustling with adventurers of various races, caught up in their conversations and enjoying the night's revelry. A young, high-pitched voice stands out from the background noise: "Plague upon you, mayfly! I have every right to drink as anybody else in this place!" Leaning at the counter, a young-looking elven girl seems to be arguing with the barkeep, demanding her first drink. The gruff bartender stares down at her suspiciously, reluctant to serve her. He grumbles, "Tis a shame ya look so young, lassie. I can't be servin' ye any ale unless ye prove yer age." The petite girl stomps her foot angrily: "I am an Edhel, you oaf! I look young, but I'm likely older than you!"