"It would be a shame for us gentlemen to enjoy quality liquor and heavenly tunes, while leaving the esteemed songstress alone to labour with no juice to moisten her throat, so little lass, why not join our table for a drink.
Fret not about the rowdy ones at the table, with me here they wouldn't do a thing to make you feel uncomfortable, Right guys?"
A young man with a huge tumbler filled liquor gestured to a merfolk who was singing on the alter set up for the jesters and performers to entertain the guest of the tavern.
While the merfolk had beautiful blue hair and wonderful figure, her appearncae was marred with burn marks and blades scars, which ked to her wearing complex layers of clothing and use of veils to hide her face.