Among the patrons seated at the bar was Sara Hightower. The slender sorceress was washing down the last of her meal with a glass of water—she was not much of a drinker, but rather was here for the company and atmosphere. Given her unusual almond-shaped eyes, one might think the attractive young woman had come to this place from afar. But Sara and both her parents had been born in Waterdeep—she was a local girl, through and through. And lately she had become something of a regular at the Rusty Shield, drawn in by the tales told by travelers and adventurers. She even came prepared for the possibility of an adventure of her own—sturdy clothes, supplies, as well as her crossbow and buckler.<br/><br/>Of course, Sara was not completely naïve—she knew “adventuring” and mercenary work brought with it the risk of injury or death. But testing her magic against danger was the fastest way to hone her skill in the Art. And the opportunity to help those in need, experience excitement, and perhaps bring in some coin were all positives as well.<br/><br/>The sorceress turned on her stool, taking in the room and wondering what fascinating story she might hear today. She took note of the craftsmen, and the well-dressed man who seemed like he was waiting for someone. But she did not know that any of them would welcome an intrusion. Admittedly, Sara’s gaze was drawn briefly to the barmaids from time to time—her romantic interest was in the fairer sex, and the possibility of meeting a woman who would welcome her flirting also drew her to the Rusty Shield. Regardless, she always enjoyed herself here and did not think this time would be an exception.