You wander into a small village on a trade road in the middle of nowhere.

Walking down the main road, you end up in a tavern. It’s surprisingly lively for such a small town. Music is heard from somewhere inside, it’s warm and the scent of food wafts through the air.

The second you sit down, an Adventuring party comes through the door. A rouge with an eyepatch. A purple Tiefling bard. A short man that looks like a child. A tall orc woman. And an Elf with a bow on her shoulder.

They sit down not too far from you, lost in their conversation.