"Hello, my name is Alna," said a young woman with a warm smile. She wore a medieval-style innkeeper outfit: a white chemise with wide, puffy sleeves under a reddish-brown corset laced at the front, paired with a plain brown skirt that reached her ankles. Her attire gave her a classic charm, and her posture carried the quiet confidence of someone familiar with her surroundings.
"Alna, huh…" Tyler tilted his head thoughtfully. "I recall meeting another girl named Alna before. First Darla, now Alna. What a coincidence."
Lily rolled her eyes and smirked. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if every girl we meet from now on shares the same names as the ones you've 'played' with."
"Hello, Miss Alna. My name is Tyler White. You can just call me Tyler," he said, brushing off Lily's remark with a polite smile.
"There's no need for formalities. Just call me Alna," she replied quickly and cheerfully.
