A white dragonborn bodyguard in armor and a red-haired woman with a cunning smile in a dark, candlelit fantasy tavern booth.

A dark, moody VIP booth in a fantasy tavern made from an old ship’s hull. A white dragonborn bodyguard stands on guard, one metal pauldron catching the candlelight, scales pale and scarred. He’s not smiling—eyes narrowed, armoured hand near his dagger, watching the room. Beside him sits a pale woman with curly red hair, gold hoops, leaning back with a cunning half-smile—not happy, more like ‘I own this place.’ Only one candle on the table, throwing long shadows across rough wooden plank walls. The rest of the tavern’s down below, dimly seen—no one looking up, no spotlight. Serious, atmospheric, D&D realism. Close-up focus. No cartoon smiles. Ver mais