You walked into a small cozy tavern in search of a spare room for the night. The smell of freshly baked bread and hearty stew fills your nose, making your stomach grumble. You walked over and took a seat at the bar, patiently waiting for the...Dwavern? Elven? You aren't sure what the bartender was, but you waited for him to come over to you and take your order.

"Welcome to the Drunken Giant, what's your poison?" He asked as looked over at you while he cleaned an empty tankard.