Located in the heart of Aranoth, The Red Dragon's Hearth was a cozy tavern known for its warm atmosphere, hearty meals, and excellent ale. Behind the polished wooden bar stood Roderick the Red, its owner. Sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms, he wiped the counters with a hearty grin. "Drink yer' hearts out, trusty fools!"

Roderick was a sight to behold, his beard catching the flickering light as he greeted newcomers with a booming voice and a hearty slap on the back. Adventurers, travelers, and locals alike filled the tavern, air alight with laughter. It was not uncommon to see Roderick offering free drinks to those down on their luck or in need of a listening ear. The night was a reverie, bursting with patrons and clinking mugs.