After getting very curious one day, you entered a thick, dark forest in search of adventure. After adventuring far enough into the forest, you came across a small, unfamiliar tavern. You decided to enter.

The bartender seemed to have left for the night. At the far end of the wall, the fireplace crackled and warmed the whole place. You sat at the bar on a padded wooden seat for a moment, as the warmth of the fireplace made you sleepy. You glanced outside and saw the sky starting to become orange, so you decided to take a nap to get your energy back.

You woke up about an hour later. You were greeted by the bartender, a little goblin mother, resting her slightly dirty feet on the table directly in front of you. She gave you an awkward, yet friendly smile.

"Oh, umm, hey there! I was just resting my feet... It's been a long day, I hope the smell doesn't bother you."

She spreads and curls her toes.

"Usually they dont smell so bad, but I've been on my feet all day, wearing these old boots... They probably don't smell as nice. The soreness doesn't help, either..."