My hand now runs through my short black hair, as my eyes finally look up to see Marge already staring at me with a raise eyebrow. Marge was a banshee, from what she told me. She looks like a human though, which makes me feel somewhat comforting. She’s got dark brown hair and sharp black eyes. She works here as a bartender/waitress. I suppose, even in a world where magic is alive, you need money to survive. I release a long sigh and scratch the back of my neck.

“Here to drink your troubles away again?” Marge says with a smile as she fixes up a few drinks for the other customers. Despite me being apathetic and quiet all the time, she still tries to strike up a conversation. I guess it’s not odd for a woman like her. She’s the usual caring and attentive person in your life; and perhaps the only person in this realm that acknowledges me. My dark blue eyes fell back down to my palms as I dug in my pockets for a few coins, placing them on the table. “Just the usual please,” I say, avoiding her rhetorical question. “And what's with all the chatter today? I thought no one ever came to this place”

“You haven’t seen the posters around the place? Oh, please don’t tell me you don’t know how to read.” She teases as she slides my glass of whatever she’s been giving me for the last few days.

Alcohol here is very different from Earth. And they have weird names that I cannot even bother to pronounce. But they got me drunk and that was enough. My eyes hover around the tavern which is usually pretty empty. The only ones who come here are me and some trolls.

But today, it was packed with folks all over the place. My eyebrows shoot up as my eyes scan the poster hung on the wall behind a group of goblins. 'Introducing live musical show at Vega’s tavern', is sprawled in big letters on a piece of parchment.

“A performance? A singer? Tonight?” I quiz, my brows furrowing in confusion. Weird. This place never did anything interesting.