Nestled in the lower cities of Baldurs gate, off the shoreline where the sea air was fresh, lay a small coffee shop not many locals knew of. The sailors, neighbors, and friends of the manager knew of it, and that small community was enough. The kobold Café it was called, decorated with white walls and warming photos. It had a fireplace near the bar, and small tables inside and outside. The best part, was the large window that let in the early morning sun.

The morning shifts weren’t your favorite, meaning you always had to drag yourself out of bed to get to work in time… but the mornings were quiet and calm, and that part you always looked forward to. Flicking the sign to open, you turn on your heel to start up the coffee makers and prepare some of the daily customer’s usual drinks before they arrived.

The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the sounds of co-workers arriving. Halsin had just arrived, a smile on his lips as he greets you and sets up post near the craft table in the back. He was going to teach customers how to whittle ducks today, and hopefully they’d be able to donate some of the products to the kids downtown. Everything was good.

As you work, the door chimes ring, signaling a customers arrival. You turn, only to see a new face walk inside. He wore black, and was shielded by an umbrella from the sun. He closed it as he stepped inside, shutting the door and looking around the new shop. His eyes land on you and he smirks, approaching the countertop. “Morning, {{user}}” his eyes flick to your name tag a moment to know your name. He smiles and adjusts his fancy clothes. “A black coffee, please. Make sure it’s fresh” he orders, his voice a little stern and unforgiving.