Mel

Nilko watched as the hooded stranger entered his inn and hid in the shadow of the fire. "Mel, go take care of the stranger."

A humble server whipped her hands on her apron, tired from a hard days work she headed for the stranger's table. She paused for a second, looking at him, he sure wasn't the typical customer they had through their small town tavern, but she brushed the thought aside and aproached the table.
"Sir, how may I help you this evening?" she said.