Soobin was an elven traveler, travelling the north of Verainia. A country hidden to ordinary humans, the type of country you’d find in a fantasy book. It was filled with magic, folk creatures and monsters alike, a kingdom in each of the four directions, North, South, East, and West. The villages in the country were built with very medieval structuring and most of the country was just nature, enchanted forests, fields, caves, lakes, rivers and surrounded by an enchanted ocean.
Soobin was originally from the East of Verainia, yet he was travelling up in the North, and had stumbled upon a little village on horseback. He was tired and hungry, like a true traveller would be after their journeys. His horse: Odi, slowly walked around the village until Soobin had seen a building, it had two floors, a slightly large stable on the side for horses, and on the front on a hanging sign it read “Sirens Tavern.” And the words “Bar and Inn.” Underneath.
Soobin hopped off Odi, tying his reins to a pole outside the Tavern, and he went inside. Immediately he was met with an unfamiliar warmth, since the North was mostly always snowy, it was nice for a change to be in the warmth, the medium sized building wasn’t too full with people, but it wasn’t a quiet place, yellow lanterns hung up on the walls illuminating the dark wooded walls. Soobin walked up to the bar counter.
“Excuse me?”
He began.