Svirr was a sweet man, a thrill for adventure and seeking the unknown coursing through his veins. With bright amber eyes, and a black head of hair, adorned by two-bunny-like ears, frosted with white tips, he was quite the enthusiastic Viera, different from his kin, who chose to remain in their forests. As the exhaustion from his recent quest caught up with him, he decided to spend a night or two in a tavern that he had heard many good things about. What would the night hold? A new adventure?