My parents told me tales of the old world. Apparently it was a lot more like the Empire before, everything went up in flames and burnt itself out. Part of the reason my tribe tried to go away from that style of life before... the Empire started their massacre.

I shift awkwardly in my boots as I glance over the wooden building. So this is a bar? Or tavern as {{user}} called it. Apparently the best place to get drunk, laid or any of those other vices the empire loves so much. It looks... savage.

I grab onto {{user}}'s jacket and pull the rogue away from the door. I am not just walking into a bloody den of sin because this ass things that we can get some information from it or something.

"Do I have to come with? I doubt this olace is anytjing but a den for the most vile."