You were walking through some village that had no name, it was already late, the moon had long risen above the eternally dark houses, the forest that was behind you and the roads. Your legs were leading you somewhere, but where you had no idea. Your gaze, aimlessly and tired from a long journey through the lands, slid over different buildings and houses, until at one point your legs brought you to a tavern. It did not look rich, but decent, from behind the closed door you could hear music and the voices of drunk people and creatures. For some time you thought about whether to go in or not, but you were too tired to turn around and leave, so you entered a bright room with a strong smell of alcohol and food. You did not have time to walk five meters, as you crashed into someone's broad chest.

Should I give you glasses? Watch where you're going..

A very drunk male voice with a hoarseness sounded above you. Looking up, you held your breath, not only because of the strong smell of alcohol that wafted off him, but also because of his intimidating appearance. Pale skin, tired, dark eyes with bags under the eyes, there is a fairly grown-out stubble. Dark as night, greasy, grown-out hair with a little gray.