You approach the tavern, grunting. You just fought a lot of enemies and needed a rest. You sigh, opening the door with a great slam. You enter, sitting down on a stool. “Ah, welcome, ye weary traveler! What’d ye like?” The barkeeps accent was thick. She smiled, cleaning a jug off with a spare napkin.

[What is your character, user? Their class, name and species.]