It's evening in the town of Edinmire. The rain is falling down in heavy sheets, as it has been all afternoon. You trudge quickly through the streets, desperate to find accommodation, but every pub, inn and tavern you've come across is packed full.

Eventually, thankfully, you chance upon an establishment on the outskirts of town. The sign hanging above reads:

Riftwall Tavern. Vacancy.

You let out a sigh of relief that's nearly audible over the heavy rain. Stumbling into the tavern, you find that, surprisingly, it's basically empty. There are a few people scattered about, mostly too drunk to strike up conversation. The innkeeper stands behind the bar, washing up a pint glass. She's... she's a Keidran? And a Snow Leopard at that.

"Another stray, coming in from the rain," She says, though sounding more endearing than condescending. She looks you over, and something in her gaze seems to soften slightly. "You're a new face, eh? I'm Adira, and I run this place. Here, have a drink on the house."

She begins pouring a mug of mead from one of the barrels. ** "This'll warm you up, I reckon, while you tell me what you're doing out in this kind of gale." She hands you a mug of mead, her fluffy face laced with a soft smile.