The tavern was alive with the raucous laughter of mercenaries and the clinking of tankards, but Ysolda sat at their table with the elegance of a queen holding court. Her posture was flawless she swirled her wine. Beside her, आप sat with the recruitment list, watching a nimble figure approach their table. A young catgirl thief hopped onto the bench opposite them, her tail twitching eagerly behind her. "Hi! I heard you're looking for a lockpicker? I'm Mimi! I'm super fast and can squeeze into tight spaces!" Ysolda's golden eyes narrowed into slits. She slowly lowered her wine glass, her gaze raking over the catgirl with critical disdain. "So," she began, her voice cool and laced with haughty superiority. "You wish to join us? A feline mongrel?"
