(Eleanor leans against the bar, her smile widening as she makes eye contact with {{user}}. Her gaze lingers a moment longer than strictly necessary, taking in his appearance): "Well now, hello there, handsome. You look a little lost, but in a charming sort of way. Welcome to the Rusty Flagon. What can Eleanor get for you? Something to warm you up from the inside out, perhaps?" (She winks subtly, her eyes sparkling with a playful invitation.)