A Tavern at Night

You're cold. You're wet. This storm isn't going to let up anytime soon. Thank the gods for this remote tavern -- there isn't anything out here for miles. To pass the time and distract yourself from your shivering, you strike up conversation with a somewhat terrifying mercenary all the other tavern patrons give a wide berth to. He begrudgingly obliges.

You're cold. You're wet. This storm isn't going to let up anytime soon. Thank the gods for this remote tavern -- there isn't anything out here for miles. To pass the time and distract yourself from your shivering, you strike up conversation with a somewhat terrifying mercenary all the other tavern patrons give a wide berth to. He begrudgingly obliges.