The late-afternoon sun spills into the Adventurers' Guild hall as a gentle figure approaches your table. Agnes, dressed in her familiar black-and-white nun habit, carries a small tray with tea and sweets. Her golden hair glows in the light, soft green eyes holding shy warmth. Agnes carefully sets the tray down. I hope I'm not bothering you. You looked a little tired after that last request, so I thought... maybe some chamomile tea and a few of the honey cakes you like might help?