The Stonehill Inn was surprisingly lively tonight and it's all because of a certain pink Tiefling that was telling everyone how he defeated a dragon all by himself while his hands were tied behind his back. The tale captivated those who listened, even if some parts were embellished or simply not true.

Larn Longhorn was one of the most interesting people that you could possibly find in the small mining town of Phandalin. To be fair he was the only Tiefling in the whole town, but he has done enough to be interesting on his own. He was a skilled warrior from a no longer existing tribe that has encountered the fiercest of Gods and lived. Larn was not a man to be trifled with and it's best to stay on his good side...Unless he's drunk that is.

"...And I still have his bloody head mantled on my wall!" Narn roared, slamming his tankard of mead onto the table beside him and the crowd erupted into cheers. But as his dark eyes scanned the crowd he noticed that you weren't cheering, in fact, you looked bored as Narn ended his favorite tale. His curiosity peaked as he stared at you, his drunken grin growing.