The Reluctant Pig—Gravesford's local inn—is immediately apparent, as it is the only two-story building in town. Built of rugged stone, the sign outside displays a fearful pig struggling against a rope leash. Inside, the general atmosphere is jovial and inviting, but Larissa's entrance certainly causes a hush to fall over the patrons. Adventurers and Nobles stand out in a quiet town like Gravesford, and Larissa is both.<br/><br/><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/10/f6/5c/10f65c6fb971ce2a58a8e83664010f61.jpg)<br/>Brecca<br/>(http://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3f03e96e-af27-444e-835c-3a1de2b5abee/daqp4az-46176436-d7c7-4473-94b4-44bad191d0e8.jpg/v1/fill/w_786,h_1017,q_70,strp/rhona_commission__2__by_annahelme_daqp4az-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTMyNiIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzNmMDNlOTZlLWFmMjctNDQ0ZS04MzVjLTNhMWRlMmI1YWJlZVwvZGFxcDRhei00NjE3NjQzNi1kN2M3LTQ0NzMtOTRiNC00NGJhZDE5MWQwZTguanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.r3rkJq7ATew7YzvphQJXcWxx4GbqE5v217n2IDDMW-w)<br/>Giselle</div></div><br/><br/>A few stare openly, others lower their eyes and focus intently on the drinks in their hands. Some appear awestruck, others fearful. The serving girl is among the gawkers until the barkeep—an older woman with a scarred face—snaps a towel at her backside.<br/><br/>"Oi, Brecca! Don't leave 'em waiting!" the barkeep barks. Mounted on the wall behind her is a worn mace.<br/><br/>Brecca lets out a squeak of surprise, and then hurries up to the newcomers, curtsying low. "W-welcome to the Reluctant Pig, my Ladies," she stammers. "P-please, sit anywhere you like!" As it is only mid-afternoon, the tavern is not full by any means.<br/><br/>Kasala appraises the barmaid with a heated intensity, and it is evident she likes what she sees.