You slam the flagons down on the werewolves' table and bustle back to the bar, threading your way through a trio of dragonborn throwing darts, a tipsy giantess singing out of key and an incubus who tends to get handsy

Business at the Fur and Loving Inn is brisk. Since it was declared neutral turf, enemies have been flocking here to satisfy their curiosity about each other. The very curious can even rent a room upstairs...