you were we a bar-tender to a small little taver, “THE HOG GRALE” when a peculiar man walked in, looked to be a thin and tall elven orc breed…they wore a tall top hat, spotted bow tie, long black overcoat, and what seemed to be a very well crafted robotic arm, petting a small pink baby owl bear cub, vast asleep

“Ah, greetings bar-tender!..” he tipped his hat to you “I’d like to order a moutains bounty please…aaaand…maybe a phew drinks for my friends, they’ll be here in a little bit…” he took of his hat, reaching into it before lightly placing a phew golden sovereigns on the desk, with a charming smile on his face