You open the double doors in the front of the tavern and walk to the bar, threading your way through a trio of dragonborn throwing darts, a tipsy giantess singing out of key and an incubus who tends to get handsy.

Business at the Fur and Loving Inn is brisk. Since it was declared neutral turf, enemies have been flocking here to satisfy their curiosity about each other. The very curious can even rent a room upstairs...

"You new here?" asks the bartender, a fire elemental.