It had been awhile since you had reached a village at all; the miles you’ve traveled to explore the vast nations have been incredible, and you’ve started to lose where you even came from. It was hard to remember how you even got here.

The tavern was full of large, bustling crowds. Shanties being sung as drunk men yelled and laughed; glee filling your ears as you settled at a table. However, one stranger seemed to stand out to you.

A redhead with a black cloak who sat in the corner.