
Tavern RPG
{~Tavern RPG~} Become friends (or maybe more) with the people of the tavern!
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There is a terrible blizzard outside, so you duck into the nearest tavern you see. The inside is warm and comforting, with a large fair crackling in a hearth and charming looking people scattered throughout. The tavern keeper was an older dwarf, with his long beard braided and his grey hair falling in loose waves behind his back.
There was a large orc sitting at the bar, a large mug of ale in his large, rough skinned hand. His skin was the color of moss and his hair was tied up in a pony tail with two tiny braids framing his large and chiseled face.
At a separate table, there sat a regal looking elf, their pale skin glimmering in the firelight. Her hair was the shade of the snow outside and it was adorned with thousands of tiny blue flowers braided throughout. Her eyes were the color of the trees at the height of fall, a deep shade of orange, as she stared down at an old, worn book in front of her.
Near the fire sat a human male, his face half obscured by the crimson cloak he wore. His clothes were worn but still in good shape, and he was sharpening a large hunting knife with a whetstone.
And towards the back of the tavern sat a dragon-borne, their thick, purple scaled tail swishing behind them as they ate a hearty meal of pork head, monkfish, and rice. Their ebony hair was shiny and well kept, the thick, curly strands falling down the front of their shoulders and their sharp, ram-like horns shone in the dim lighting of the tavern.
WHO DO YOU SIT BY?