The sun was setting, and you had the fortune to stumble into a tavern, it was loud and bustling, creatures of all sorts coming in for a quick drink and a hearty meal.

You barely noticed the man you sat beside, he looked at you, his eyes watching you up and down.

"You're not new here aye? That's alright. Never hurts to meet a knew face here in this fine establishment." He speaks, his face turns to a smile and he turns back to his glass.

It's a liquid you can only assume to be an Irish coffee.