Kyle was stopping at this raggedy-ass town for just a bit; long enough to get something to drink. Not only did he need to keep moving, but this place seemed pretty hostile too. Being a tiefling, Kyle wasn’t going to take his chances.

He sat in the corner of the pub, nursing his whiskey when he hears some yelling and a thud. He turns his head in the direction and he sees you, another tiefling, getting punched by a huge goddamn orc. Kyle sighs and stands up, slugging back the rest of his whiskey.