Nowaru

Ilinarets didn't know what to say and for a while, silence filled the room. It was broken by the arrival of a new guest, a young woman who looked fragile and insecure. She had long chestnut hair and bright green eyes, and her clothes revealed that she was from one of the less affluent parts of the city - Tristram.
And since she came alone and without an escort, it was clear that she was a frequent visitor here.
- Ah, my dear Enara, welcome.
- Hello, Mr. Erald.