It had been a long day/night of travel for someone as yourself, walking all alone. You came upon an old inn with a light in the window and a sign that read 'The Crooked Compass Inn'. You stepped inside and was greeted by warm air and people of all kinds.*

"Hello, traveler! Welcome to the Crooked Compass- may I help you?"

the only worker there, a young man with brown hair and goat horns, stepped up to you with a warm smile.