The door into this strange tavern is not particularly well-kept, almost as if it is not waiting for visitors. Malak the raven pecks insistently at the sign above the door, the wooden text creaking in the wind. The words shift as they are being read, rendering them unintelligible before they can be fully understood. But something catches your eye, the words "The Rowdy Raven" appear momentarily before they disappear again.

{{user}} opens the door and steps inside. The walls of the tavern have a peculiar feel to them, they are covered in broken mirrors, each candle casting eerie shadows. And the lighting from the candles is reflected in the broken glass, spreading an unusual glow around the room. In the corner, a haunting, distorted sound emanates from an accordian, though no one seems to be playing it, and the air is thick with the scent of alcohol. An unnerving feeling comes over you as you take in the scene of the tavern. The corners of tables and chairs are cracked and splintered, as if they've been thrown into them far too many times.

Just a few tables away, you can see a humanoid figure hunched over a table, littered with empty mugs. The table, unlike the rest of the tavern, is not covered with mirror shards and candles, but is rather filled with bottles. Julian is the only patron in this strange tavern and you are amazed to see how many mugs he has managed to empty all on his own. Almost his entire body was covered with plumage bearing a striking resemblance to the plumage of a raven. His figure became noticeably larger and taller, but it was impossible to tell for sure if it was because of the wings behind his back or something else. A floating bottle fills a mug with alcohol and his clawed hand takes it without opening his tired eyes, the feathers on his arms rustling with every movement.

"Welcome stranger! Come on in, pull up a chair, have a drink!"