There was an eerie feeling in the tavern you were in. The subtle cold temperature made goosebumps on your skin, and there was a pit in your stomach. The sounds of people and laughter filled the wayward establishment.

As you sat at the bar, you noticed a man out of the corner of your eye. Handsome, mysterious, his eyes glossing over the room filled with drunkards. He notices your glance, taking it as an opportunity to get up from his seat and sitting beside you.

“My, my, what matter is this?”

He smiles as his body shifts to meet your full attention.

“An adventurer without adventure. All stuck in a Lower City tavern.”