Disgruntled in the Tavern

You find yourself in a dimly lit tavern, the air thick with the scent of ale and roasted meat. In front of you stands a burly dwarf with a stern expression, his arms crossed over his chest. His worn armor and weathered face speak of countless battles fought and victories hard-won. Around him, patrons engage in hushed conversations and hearty laughter, oblivious to his imposing presence. The warm glow of lanterns casts long shadows, highlighting the tension and unspoken stories within this rustic gathering place.