>>6182669You locate Hima’s biggest inn, The Sleeping Dragon, easily enough. As you open the door, you find the inside is densely packed with a throng of people, and you hear the sweet-sounding melody of music. The crowd before you seems to have gathered for a show. In the middle of the inn is a band of performers. Five of the performers play strange instruments that you’ve never seen before, while a scantily-clad woman dances before them. Lustful thoughts aside, you were at least civil enough to appreciate good art when you saw it. And you had to admit, these Morfisians were good. The woman dances passionately to the band’s ever climbing tempo. Her lithe, graceful limbs extend out invitingly, captivating the attention of every single patron in the tavern, men and women alike. When the performance ends, thunderous applause erupts.
“I wish Hima was this great every day!” You hear a drunk patron declare. He swings his beer high, nearly bumping into you. “Lady Persefoni is a goddess worthy of worship!”
“Don’t forget Lord Uriyan!” Another patron shouts. “I haven’t been this drunk in ages!”
“Lord Uriyan should be king! If he were, we could get drunk like this all the time!”
“Long live Lord Uriyan!”
What sloppy, drunken fools. You push past the cheering crowd as you look for the rest of the members of your party. Standing a foot taller than most of them, you have no trouble making your way until one inebriated man bumps into you. His drink goes clattering to the floor, shattering the glass and grabbing the attention of those nearby.
“H-hey…watch where you’re going you bast-” The man is ready for a drunken berating until he gets a closer look at you. What he finds is a giant foreigner staring down at him with a massive scowl on his face and a wet chestplate. Whatever insult the lush was about to throw your way is lost as he nearly chokes on his tongue.
“B-b-begging your pardon sir…”
In an instant, the entire tavern has turned their attention towards you. This includes the drunken revellers, Persefoni and her performers, as well as your companions, who have tucked themselves into a table at the corner of the room and now watch you expectantly, perhaps bracing for the worst. Your frown deepens a bit. Did everyone just assume you were a mindless beast who would fly off the handle at the slightest provocation?
