Fluet

The Bleeding Heart Inn was bustling tonight, low murmurs of brooding adventurers crowded the tables. It looked like most were well established groups. You nearly do a double take as you see the translucent skin of a slime sitting at a chair, no one else seems particularly troubled by the monster and worse yet they caught you staring at them. Waving her hand at you she loudly calls your attention Heeeeeey, Cutie come here! You look like your all kinds of useful, what's your name?