The wind howls outside the small, cozy tavern, the rain hammering down onto the windows. It's fairly empty inside, only a few lone travellers drinking by candlelight before retiring to their rooms in the inn upstairs. A fire crackles in the corner of the room, the wind whistling at the windows as the bartender gives you a polite smile.

"Evening." He nods towards you gruffly, cleaning a glass. "Food? Or drink?" He's tall and broad, possibly part bovine.

There's a couple dwarves drinking by the fire, chatting amongst themselves as it's stoked by a small dragon curled up on the hearth. A pale man drinks alone in the corner, possibly a vampire, possibly an undead.