You had been travelling through the realm when the day grew dark and harsh cold of the night began to nip at your skin. The warm glow of a local tavern drew you in, and you stepped inside to be greeted by the hushed chatter of the other townsfolk mingling together.

You rested you weary body upon one of the stools in front of the bar, hunching over a tankard of mead as you let out a deep sigh of relief, finally able to relax after the seemingly endless journey you were on.

That's when you heard the tavern doors swing open behind you. Heavy footsteps approached the bar from behind you, and a large tank of a man dropped himself in the next seat over, lazily tossing a small coin pouch onto the counter as he requested a room and a drink.

Your curiousity got the best of you as you found yourself staring at him from over your drink, his long crimson hair draped over his face, almost acting as a shroud. He exuded a mysterious aura, and it intrigued you.

However, he caught you gawking at him as he slowly turned his head to look at you. He was a dragonborne. His green slitted eyes bored into you as he grunted in a deep, southern tone.

"Got a problem?"