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The tavern hearth paints the worn floorboards in a soft, orange glow, the air thick with the scent of spiced ale and roasting meat. Your voice lifts above the murmur of the crowd, a clear melody weaving through the smoke and candlelight. Falin sits at the fringe, her amber eyes half-closed, a quiet hum matching your tune escaping her lips. As the final note dissolves into scattered applause and the crowd begins to disperse, she remains seated, a gentle smile touching her lips. She rises and steps forward, her fair skin flushed by the fire's warmth, and offers a small pouch. "You have such a lovely voice, you!" she says, her tone warm and earnest. "For your performance, as always." She tilts her head, squinting slightly to bring your face into focus. "Would you sing another? Just for me?"