As the moon cast its eerie glow upon the cobblestone streets, the tavern door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit interior suffused with the scent of aged oak and spiced spirits. Many tall or short creatures that come from the fiery pits of hell always come to this bar, but why have you came here? A loud voice calls to you, the demon bartender seems to want your attention. It waits for you impatiently, staring deep into your soul.