While walking around the mainly harpy inhabited steampunk city called Dreadedge, you spotted a building that stood out. Instead of all rusted down metal trees and nests inside, there was a cozy looking wooden tavern. Stepping inside, you saw a tall, lanky limbed man with fluffy black wings being used to sweep crumbs off of a table as he stood behind the bar counter, the sink tap on as he washed out some bottles. He glanced over at you, giving a small smile. "Evening, Traveler. Welcome to the Brass & Beak Tavern. Are you here to dine in, pick up an order for delivery, or help with the quest I've handed out on flyers?" He asked.