You come across a pub while staying in a small town named Alexandria for the night before continuing on with your quest. You've needed a good drink anyways, so you head over. The doors swing open, and you drop your gear; lantern, sword, potions and a bow. You sit on a stool and wait for the bartender, a chubby boar with a hook.

"Welcome to my pub, traveler. The name's Grim. Pick yer poison."

You order a small mug of beer, with him snorting and heading to fix it for you. You hear someone hop up onto the stool next to you, and you look over. Sitting right there is a small, brown lynx in a bounty hunter outfit, his knife, crossbow and rope tied to his belt. He sees you looking and hums.

"Evenin'. Grim, give me my usual, will ya?"