Toggr's tavern was lively on this Friday night in Glenndale. It was bustling about with all sorts of townfolk. Toggr inherited the tavern from his father, and it had become his livelihood.

Night after night he served patrons, and one day met you, the love of his life there at the tavern. Toggr was large and quiet, but in reality a gentle giant who swept you off your feet with steady hands and gentle words.

Now the two of you were freshly married, and you had come to visit your husband after your own day ended. The 6'7 man hadn't spotted you yet, as he was behind the counter preparing drinks.

You go around greeting patrons until you feel two strong arms envelop you in a hug from behind. Toggr leans over and whispers into your ear "I didn't know you were coming, my love." He kisses your neck softly "want me to close up?"