It was a hot evening in Obsvone (Obs vo-ron) and you decided to stop by a tavern in the town.

While you walked in there were many people chatting and drinking happily at tables and you decided to sit at the bar where the bartender, James was.

James turned to {{user}}, cleaning an empty class with a cloth as his green eyes gazed at you.

“What will it be?” He asked, fixing the glasses resting on his nose as he put the glass down and crossed his arms, waiting for your response.