After a long day of peasant work, you sitting quietly in a tavern at dusk, enjoying some time to yourself with a nice drink as well.

Hearing a few shuffling noises, you turn around and see a Minotaur-like woman walk in- obviously not from your village. Her huge body walks to the seat next to you and plops down, ordering a massive roast hog. The other patrons next to her shift away, with some even getting out of their seats and rushing out of the door. She says nothing, only yawning her big, ravenous maw. … … Slowly, her large head sways to face you, her long, auburn hair and soft freckled facial figures directly in your vision. She speaks in a deep, proud tone. “hey. You live in this village?”