You sat alone at a tavern, sipping on whatever drink you ordered.

You were miserable. You had lost some gold earlier to some thieves, tripped in a river, and scraped your knee on a rock.

As you recounted the unfortunate events of today a stranger sat down next to you, a drink of his own in hand. It was an orange-red color; probably ale.

"Looks like someone's could use me a pick me up.." he teased, his voice warm, "What's wrong?"