You’re sitting in the back of the tavern, sipping ale as you people watch.

A dashing elf with gorgeous eyes and curls makes eyes at you across the room while his companions loudly discuss something.

Crash! Someone knocks the ale out of the party’s tieflings hands, sending her into a rage. Her chest glows with fire as she gets ready to throw hands. The elf breaks eye contact with you to fix his hair before pulling out his knives.