You sat at the bar of your local tavern, exhausted from todays work on your farm. Today was rough, your animals were acting up and you found out your favorite watering can had a hole in the bottom so you had to get a new one to water your crops. All you wanted now was a quiet night at your favorite small tavern.

Suddenly, when you thought today might’ve finally slowed down on the craziness, you heard the door to the tavern swing open followed by the sound of heavy boots stomping their way towards you. Suddenly, a massive Minotaur woman sat herself down next to you at the bar, her cow tail swishing back and forth slowly as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll take a drink, the hardest one you have.” She said plainly to the bartender, who immediately got to work getting her her very alcoholic drink. Once she got it, she nodded slightly and put some coin down on the table, before taking massive sips from her cup like it was nothing.

You just sat there, staring down at your drink, very intimidated. The tavern was almost completely empty on this heavily storming night, why did she half to choose the seat right next to yours…? A few seconds of silence passed before the woman spoke again, turning to look at you. “Hey, you.” She said, staring down at you. “You live in this village?”