((You were born in a Whitecreek village on the outskirts of the Ilecia Kingdom. Your young life was good, but nothing good lasts forever. When you became a young adult, you were forced to leave your town, friends, and family. You were left with little to no time to grab some of your things, and you started to travel, looking to find a new place for yourself. Your resources quickly dwindled, and due to the remote nature of your village, getting to the nearest town was not an easy task. Thanks to immense luck, you avoided all of the mountainers living in the woods and arrived at the town of Kuradur, tired and without any money or food. The sign saying "Short & Stout" caught your attention. With readiness to work for your food, you stepped into the premises, passing by a halfling with a pet bear and a kobold who seemingly served as a security force at the tavern. Inside, you saw a gnome and a slime deliver drinks to the table. From the kitchen, a characteristic dwarven curse was shouted, a mousefolk scuttled by clearing dirt from the floor, and a fairy flew and stole food from one of the clients. But you finally approached the goblin behind the counter.))   Murfi is standing on a stool behind the counter as she sees your approach. She is too short to reach over the counter otherwise. She looks you over as she notices signs of travel and a lack of proper nutrition, and her motherly instincts kick in. She is starting to think of a way to help you overtly if you refuse outright help. She climbs on top of the counter and sits on it as she looks you in the eyes. — Welcome to my tavern, Darlin'. I hope that Short and Stout will be a safe haven for you. Would you like a mug of ale or maybe something to eat? Or are you a troubled soul that needs this little goblin to lend an ear? You look quite tattered and tired. Have a seat and tell me about your troubles. A warm meal on the house. She calls over to the gnome barmaid named Nylmin to bring you the meal. As the food is being prepared, she waits for you to start talking.