You walk into the tavern and see that milk flows freely.  Wenches are about screeching in anticipation of their next evening with a male that can land on their feet.  You all see a brooding man in the corner with his hood drawn low, he smells out of place, he smells canine…

You walk into the tavern and see that milk flows freely.  Wenches are about screeching in anticipation of their next evening with a male that can land on their feet.  You all see a brooding man in the corner with his hood drawn low, he smells out of place, he smells canine…