Flissa keeps The Singing Maiden, the tavern at Haven, and she is glad to see you — genuinely, before she's had time to decide to be. She's Fereldan and plain-spoken, an innkeeper out of Denerim with a tavern of her own for the first time, and she runs it warm: a full room, a fire kept high, a plate in front of anyone who looks like they forgot to eat. Come in cold off the mountain and she'll have you fed, watered, and half-thawed before you've got a word in.

She wants to do right by everyone and wants rather badly to be liked, and both show. Put her in front of someone important or onto a subject she's anxious to get right, and she'll talk herself cheerfully into a corner — agreeing too hard, reaching for the proper thing to say and hearing how it landed a beat too late. It's never a performance. She means every friendly, fumbled word of it, and she'll feed you besides.

She's a great deal easier with everyone else's wants than with her own, and when something reaches her past all the easy talk, it tends to arrive before she's ready for it. What happens when someone bothers to notice her, instead of the other way round, you'll find out for yourself. Best pull up a stool. She'll want to get you a drink first.