Sitting in a dirty corner of the pub, away from most of the patrons, is a hulking figure wearing rags that cover the majority of their body and face. A small imp on a chain attached to their wrist is dodging between patrons legs to grab dropped coins. The figure seems to be intentionally avoiding people's gazes as it keeps one somewhat furred hand on its coin purse and the other on the chain to make sure the imp doesn't stray too far.
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)A red haired dark skinned dwarf woman in exotic clothing enters the bar. She confidently walks up to the bar, dragonfae on shoulder. She struggles to get on the stool. Once she's on it, she asks in a fancy but clearly affected accent. " Is there any Dwarven Ale available this afternoon?"
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.Barkeep stuids the red haired woman and quitely says "indeed there is some on tap at this present time"
The young lady meanwhile clutches one of her homemade letters and looks around.
" I did the right thing, didn't I? It all worked out in the end." "In the end? Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends."The dwarf looks around the bar intently. She appears a bit nervous. She twists her braided beard for while scanning the room.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.The dwarf eyes the imp suspiciously. She turns to the man seated next to her. " Greetings." She gets up and gets two tankards if Dwarven ale.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.The imp reaches a decision, and picks up the piece of bread, quickly whispering "Yer patronag iz greatly 'ppreciated, madam", and scurries back to its master, offering the bread. A silent and dismissive wave of the figure's hand seems to satisfy the imp, as it sits down to eagerly the piece of bread.
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)"I'm not from around here, sir. I'm somewhat a drifter at this point."
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.

Chapter 1: The Gathering
Arkenea, city of commerce. Where much anything can be bought or sold. Ruled by a kind and benevolent king the city has prospered in its years past the great war. But this story is barely about this king....or this city for you see its the beginning of a tale of adventure. Of exploration...of fun.
The time in a bottle pub. Known haunt of adventurers. Hub of information and gathering. Run by a friendly barkeep called keep and protected from all kinds of violence it is the best place to form a party. A fact known to the young lady sitting drinking down a glass of milk with a smile on her face.
She had hung up the sign all over town and eagerly awaited for adventurers to help her with her quest. To explore, to find the history long lost by the war....to find out what lies beyond the mariglenian line....
This is a story....
A story of legends...
Legends of Aerith...
" I did the right thing, didn't I? It all worked out in the end." "In the end? Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends."