Dave Strider's Essay-Personal Narrative

Dave sat near the back of the tavern, carefully sipping a glass of ale he’d only bought to get the keeper off his back. He supposed it was fair, he was taking up half a table with the papers he was pouring over. But Dave wasn't much of a drinker, he was still fairly young, for a drow, and never thought the idea of getting absolutely wrecked was a proper transition into adulthood, for most races. (dwarfs, he supposed, are the exception.) but a small buzz couldn't exactly hurt his research.
The opening of the door commanded the attention of the other partons, and in stepped a female elf. high elf, if Dave’s eyes and memory served, even through the dim shades he would never dare to remove in public. She wore mostly yellows and oranges, a sharp

The town is used to travelers and adventures, but the clear lack of a weapon, bag or arcane focus makers her an odd sight. She made her way to Dave’s table, unoblivious to his tracking gaze despite the thick glasses.
“Dave Strider?” she asked, a second check on his identity, Dave had no idea how she could possibly know his name, or why she would approach him
“Don’t wear it out.” he took a sip of ale to punctuate the sentence. She took a seat across from him.
“Rose Lalonde” she started her own name as if answering a unheard question. Dave raised an eyebrow, a practiced gesture to show just over the dark rims of his sunglasses, silently asking her to continue. Rose’s ear flicked
“I have been informed that you are a bard, and currently unemployed. Am i correct?” Rose leaned forward, not quite placing her elbows on the table. Dave’s ears flattened against his head, mulling over the information, but his intrigue on where she was going with this conversation outweighed his

Dave’s ears unwittingly pirked up, followed by Rose’s. He looked her over once more.
“How the hell didga find me?” he voiced his one question. Rose gave a soft laugh
“You make an impression on people, Dave. it wasn't much work” her vague explanation worried Dave more than he’d ever care to admit, but he relented.
“Fine, I have nothing better to do, i’ll join your little party”
“Wonderful, pack up, finish your drink, and meet us outside.” she got up and headed for the door, Dave would complain about being ordered around by a stranger, but she was gone before he could speak.
He packed his papers into his bag, some maps and notes about local events. He took one last sip of ale, (it was still nearly full, he’d never planned on finishing it.) and left two gold pieces to apologize for being a bad customer.
When he stepped outside he was received by Rose herself and a human Dave didn't recognize. He wore a blue-dyed leather tunic and a chainmail hood. The boy was bright-eyed, a twinkle of mischief in his expression.
“Hi! Im John Egbert!” he cheerfully introduced himself, holding out a hand for Dave to