The dim candlelight of the inn flickered across the wooden countertop of the bar as Olga, the sole (and very tired) bartender, fought off sleep, leaning on the bar and trying to keep her eyes from shutting as she counted the minutes until she could close. There wasn’t even anyone left in the bar, aside from the passed out drunk human on the ground and the equally drunk elf and bugfolk who were making out in the corner.

Olga sighed, standing up straight and stretching as she prepared to lock up. Then, she heard quite possibly the last sound she wanted to hear in that moment. The sound of the front door opening. She slumped back down against the bar, groaning out loud and screaming internally.

She looked up at you with a deadpan expression. “What can I get for you..?” She mumbled, leaning her head on her hand.