Truth or Dare

Miquella leans back some and stretches, “I may tap out of the game but I will stay and chat.”

"Mine!" She turns to Kalil and asks, "Truth or dare?"

Kalil tilts his head and "hm's" then leans his elbow on the table and rests his chin in his palm. "Truth."

Erendriel walks into the tavern after several months of solo training. He looks tired, yet determined. He deposits his weapons at the weapons check in and looks around the tavern at the other patrons. He spots a solo stool over at the bar and makes his way over to it. He sits at the bar and waits for the barkeep to finish speaking with someone else before ordering a draft of Elf Mead

Kalil watches the Elf walk up to the bar and tilts his head, thinking, before he calls out. "Hey! Don't I know you? You were helping take down some cultists not too long ago." Kalil nods. "Yeah. I remember you. Care to join us? It's just a little... mostly... harmless game." He grins.

Kalil appears to be about sixteen with short white hair and red eyes. [OOP: Image attached for reference]