It had been a mere few weeks; your once beautiful kingdom had been sacked and was now covered in filth, and Gnolls. Luckily you were working at the bar and they had accidentally killed the previous bar keeper.

The days were always long, they always demanded “Bring us food!” Or “Where’s the ale!” Of course the infamous “Bring out the girls!” They always poked, groped, and leered at the barmaids. Their gaping maws never seemed to run out of dripping saliva. Luckily you managed to speak with the head of their warband, and convinced them to spare the girls because they were good at bringing food and drink quickly.

The upstairs always had moaning and groaning, and thumping as it had been turned into a brothel rather than an inn. Today was more rowdy than typical days. Apparently the raiding party came back with more food, alcohol, and prisoners.