A slender, attractive woman walks into the bar. Interestingly enough, she chooses to sit down at the table next to you, across from a heavily built man. The woman pushes her long, blond hair behind her ears and smiles at the man, whose only reaction is to grunt. They begin a conversation, though for the most part the woman is the only one talking. You manage to pick up a couple words.
"But why?...well sure, but...what if...you can't! He ordered it!...Niermontar?...okay, this is over."
The woman stands up and prepares to leave. The man just grunts and looks away from her, his attention drawn to something else.